I’m Here for the Party!!!

   Today everyone participating in BlogFest 2012 was asked to share a party story and divulge whether we are the life of the party or the one sitting back being entertained.  Thank you Jenn @ Wine and Chat for this exciting writing prompt!  Before we are through, you will have a glimpse of the party beast that lies sleeping within waiting for a drop of alcohol to be unleashed on the world.   So here goes, sit back and enjoy the ride and feel free to join the fun!

      Back in my party years I would start the evening sitting back and being entertained for about 10 minutes and then after a drink or two I am the person to say “Let’s get this party started!!”  A mere sip of even one Mai Tai will unleash fits of giggles about absolutely nothing in particular.  Add in some rocking tunes and the beast in me comes alive.   After that every time the shot girl passes I am quick to announce “Shot girl!!!”, flag her over, down another, and share a high five with the assembled company.  A great tune gets played and I am good to go and run with friends to the dance floor.  Amazing what an Alabama slammer, a sex on the beach, and a tequila sunrise can do!!  Unless I am in the comfort of my own home in front of people that I am extremely comfortable with, you are unlikely to see me let loose in public without the help of alcohol.

       One time in my younger years I remember being at this bar to see a friend’s band play.  I had ordered a tequila sunrise, had several shots, and was well lit.  My friend and I were front and center in front of the band dancing with the crowd.  All of a sudden the band started playing a song I had never heard before but will never forget.   The riffs of the guitar kept us rocking but when the lead singer sang “She loves my cock!” my mouth dropped and my friends and I started laughing hysterically.  If that wasn’t enough towards the end of the song the lead singer grabbed a white towel and rolled it up and started swinging it around between his legs to the beat.  It was hysterical.  Towards the end of the song he threw the towel into the crowd and it hit me square in the face.  I grabbed it and whirled it over my head screaming and laughing.  Then it was back to the table for another round.  

        A group of guys bought my table a double shot of tequila for my exuberant display and I am told but don’t quite remember dancing on a table with my friend after that.  I remember staying till last call.  Somehow I managed to get myself home although I can’t say I remember how.  That in itself is a little scary, but I won’t dwell on past sins.  I remember unlocking the front door and feeling so HOT.  I started to strip as I came through the door.  By the time I stumbled my way through the dark house to the bathroom, I was naked.  I hung my sorry self in the toilet bowl when I heard my Dad call out “Are you OK?”  I yelled back “I am sick, I am drunk off my a$$, and I am naked!  Don’t turn on any lights!!” and then continued to toss my cookies and my lunch from what seemed a month of Sundays.  The world rocked for two days straight after that little episode.

        I really don’t know if I would say I am the life of the party but I am sure happy to get the party started and keep it rolling along.  With age comes sense and with marriage and children comes lack of extra money to pi$$ away on alcohol so on the most part my wild child days are in the past.  Thankfully, once I hit 40 I discovered I had the ability to act three sandwiches short of a picnic and loonier than a tune without any alcohol at all.  I’m here for the party and proud of it!!   On second thought, maybe I am the life of the party until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.