We started out at Boardwalk in Wattsburg which is where she and I went to high school ('96) along with her matron of honor, 'Becca ('95). Going out in Wattsburg is like going to the Elm Street Wal-Mart. You're more than likely one of the best looking there and you probably have more teeth.
Problem number one: I wasn't driving, 'Becca was.
I was obviously doing karaoke to the dance mix of Total Eclipse Of The Heart. WTF?
Stolen from Jillian back at Shelly's wedding but still a classic
Problem number two: I had a pizza the size of my shot glass and expected that to be enough to soak up all the alcohol I was to consume.
Hard Lemonade. Her fiance's name is Mike. Get it? 'Cause she's covering up the lemonade? And he's Mike? Yea, it was funny at the time. We act like we're still in high school when we get together.
We finally met up with her last but not least bridesmaid, her cousin Lisa. We were complete and ready to dance the night away.
Problem number 3: Into Boardwalk in Erie we went. I was actually sober at this time and planned on walking out without the help of three other people. 
'Becca likes to drink wine when she's out and the only place they were serving it up was in the VIP lounge so that is where we stayed almost the entire time. And since I wasn't driving and barely ate at Boardwalk in Wattsburg, I got HAMMERED. Black-out hammered. Apparently I-was-given-a-lap-dance-and-don't-remember-it hammered. Apparently a-bouncer-was-looking-out-for-my-best-interests hammered. Props to Boardwalk Erie by the way who realized a drunken bridesmaid when they saw one. Thanks for not getting me raped while the bridal party left me up in the VIP lounge when they all had to pee at the same time. Smooches bitches! And this is Tam watering a parking meter across the street from the police station. It was a good thing no one drew attention to us with a big ass camera flashing away.
It was awhile before I drank rum and diet...probably because I had enough on my face to last me awhile. So hot.
It was awhile before I drank rum and diet...probably because I had enough on my face to last me awhile. So hot.I loved how I'm buckled, even piss drunk.
I do feel guilty, as all alcoholics do, that I kind of ruined the night by having to be babysat. We barely danced since the dance floor was down a very steep set of stairs. We went home early, since I couldn't hold myself up or my liquor in. And I came home right as Matt was getting in and he had to pick up the pieces...er chunks. In all honesty, I already threw up everything I had so I just went upstairs and passed out...but still! He had to keep checking if I was breathing. It was no POWERFUL night, but it was enough to get me in trouble.
Just another reminder why I, myself, am so lucky to be married to such a great guy!
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