G.N.O.

I need one of those. Y'all hurry up and read this post and then go on out and get your doctor to write that on a prescription pad for you.


(Oh, that's supposed to stand for Girl's Night Out in my world- in case some of y'all are having problems tapping into my brain via blogger).

But really. I want to watch 27 dresses. and drink a margarita. or drink a margarita and then watch 27 dresses. And I want to walk around Kohl's and look at all the kitchenware and laugh at the gadgets that I didn't know existed with someone else. And then I want to head over to Wal-Mart to get some last minute groceries because it will suddenly be very important at that hour. And it will take like 2 hours because when we're in the grocery section we'll realize that we need to head over to the other side of the store for something we just remembered we needed. and then we'll head back to the grocery section for something we forgot from over there. And this will repeat ad-nauseum until we sober up, or decide we're ready to pass out. because Wal-mart won't kick us out, and they are open 24 hours...

And then at the end of the night (when I've had like 2 margaritas) I want to cry and say, "I love you." And if she's as tipsy as me, she'll cry too and say, "I love you too!" *hiccup*

I need to schedule that. Only now, written out it seems so long, and involved, and there is way too much driving *and drinking*. So if Grey's Anatomy would kindly come back on, we could do what we used to- and just go over to the other person's house and sit and do that.

And I'll still call it a G.N.O.