What a weekend.

Last night I went out with Max and his roommate, David and met up with some friends of mine at Ireland's 32. I was there to see a friend of a friend's band. The guys had all been drinking all day, I think. I had some wine before I left out, but not much, then a few amaretto sours. I like the girly drinks where I can't taste the alcohol! Lol. Not a big drinker.
Obviously these guys are, but they were pretty tame considering I was the girl in the crowd (all my girlfriends were out of town, unfortunately). So we got a late start, hit 32 around 11:30, and stayed till close at 2. Then the two of us and my friend Justin (another Sun guy) went to Justin's condo to do whatever. We decided to play rock band and the guys kept drinking (some rum called creschenza?? sp) They were impressed with my mad skills on the mike (I've been singing for a long time) and it was so much fun. I even tried the drums and wasn't half bad. We had a great time doing that and Max was all excited like we should start a band and I should sing lead and him play guitar. David crashed on the couch pretty much as soon as we got there. We were up until 6 AM (!!!!). I wasn't planning on that late of a night barely even going out, but it was fun.
Max just emailed insisting that we REALLY go out. I think he's still hung up on me saying I'd do 3 shots in a row and that not happening (last call happened RIGHT after that) so I've got to come through on my challenge. It's the weirdest thing that I can handle a lot of alcohol and be fine even though I barely drink (Except for some sweet wines!). Maybe I inherited a high tolerance--my dad WAS a raging alcoholic after all. I know I'll never be into alcohol enough to get to that point! I'm sure we'll go out again soon, though.