I am usually in bed around 10 each night but on Friday I went out at 10. I went to Soul Friday with Lori (Butchima), Davis (butchmama), Ethan (ethanethan) and Jen (jenojob)- a great group of people I met on Twitter. Once there, I also finally met Ann. Ann and I met through Twitter about a year ago but had never met in the real world until Friday. There was great music and everyone was dancing. I'm not much of a dancer but I had a great time standing in a corner, drinking and chatting with my friends. Then, we decided that it was a good night to learn to drink whiskey. I went up to the bar and explained to the bartender that my friends and I wanted to try whiskey but didn't know anything about how to drink it and asked him to guide me. He suggested that we drink straight shots of Jameson so that's what I ordered. It turns out that a single shot of whiskey makes me dance. Two shots of whiskey makes me dance wildly. Thank goodness we didn't find out what three shots of whiskey makes me do. Lori brought me home around 2:30 a.m. and I stumbled to bed. I awoke yesterday morning thinking that I had lost my cell phone and disappointed to find that the sweater I had been wearing the night before was covered in peanut butter. Fortunately, Lori had my phone. I'm not sure what to do about the sweater. I am a trouper though. I got up and forged ahead. I picked up a rental car. I retrieved my cell phone. I took Zeca to buy a birthday gift and then to buy tennis shoes. At no point did I fall into an exhausted and dehydrated heal. By the time the evening came around, all I could manage to do was to cuddle on the couch with Luisa and watch a movie. We then headed to bed where I quickly fell asleep. Then, I woke up this morning and realized that I hadn't blogged. A blemish on my record! So, I apologize for my absence yesterday. I hope I can make it up to you somehow. It's safe to say that I won't buy you a whiskey shot. p.s. The title of this post is a line from a song. Can you name it?