We've been talking about it for months... going to the beach late at night for another picnic under the stars before the end of the summer. we just made it.
I stumbled upon a boys' night out when E & C invited me to hang out on Friday night. I didn't realize it would be all boys and me, but since I didn't complain about their cigar smoke and bought a round they didn't mind a feminine presence. I teased the boys about their phallic puffing, while C kept trying to make me try his cigar. I felt a bit Andrea Zuckerman, clutching my pearls and gasping, "No, I can't!". Really, I was just afraid I'd start choking or pass out. When they announced last call, C decided we should walk to the liquor store for more cigars and adult beverages, which we'd consume on the beach. We decided to stay high brow, well... as high brow as possible in the situation, and headed to the sandy shores with a couple of bottles of Jameson.
No matter how smooth it seems to be, swigging straight from the bottle will eventually turn out to be a bad idea. Although I managed to pace myself enough to keep from getting sick, unlike the unfortunate Senor Lopez. C kept trying to talk everyone into pooling their money and getting a hotel room, but the lure of late night chicken strips proved too strong, so off to Carrows we went. We ran into a friend and took over one section of the restaurant. Luckily, most of the 2am crowd didn't seem to mind the boisterous conversation coming from our table. Interesting chit chat ensued, and it all ended with hearty chuckles and C snagging my last chicken strip, E offering up his french fries and D stealing my water. All was right with the world.
