Last night, hilarity definitely ensued. We went to "Name that Tune" at a cheap bar by our houses. We were determined to win. Determined, I tell you.
First, our team name. After much deliberation (and by much deliberation, I mean an offhanded comment while eating dinner) we decided on "We're much better drunk." 6 girls, yelling wildly, dancing to crazy music.
We tried very hard to get "bonus points" by doing ridiculous things on the dance floor. Things that ensued: M giving a lapdance to a skeleton, M getting a random boy to dance with her, Rooms winning the lightning round by correctly identifying Love Shack by the B-52's. D dancing a "sexy" dance with her grill on. Yes, she owns a grill. And yes, its in her purse.
When rooms went up to lightning round, they told us that someone could come up for "oral" support. D jumped up and went to go give her support. When the dj told her she had to kneel on the ground, she obliged. But then he said, you have to face her, you're her oral support, she jumped up and said, "EXCUSE me?" By this point, we were laughing so hard, we couldn't contain ourselves.
But we came in second. SO CLOSE to first. We only lost because of slutty birthday girl who did things we refused to, like: take off our bras and throw it on someone, and make out with a girl.
We may have lost "Name that Tune," and only come in second, but at least we did not lose our dignity.
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