I am writing about last night instead of tonight, because at 10:30 pm I am just now beginning to recover from LaGirl Juliet's 21st (look, I named her! Finally!).

Sansa left Joffrey sleeping on his mom's couch to come out with us!! Huzzah! I saw the wedding photos... but we'll need a whole 'nother entry to talk about that wedding. So it was LaGirl, Trouble, Sansa and I settling in at The Only Good Bar In Town, and soon enough PartyBoy and his cousin Draco. Then lo did there appear many and assorted others for whom Trouble's Place is often a hangout. Strider was sweet enough to show and be our driver, even. And we set about getting Juliet trashed. Unfortunately we were mostly successful in getting Sansa trashed. But hey, a good time was had by all.

But in the midst of the merriment, Lucky appeared. As he does. Now, Lucky looks like he might be 14 but he's 21 and everyone in any bar in like the tristate region probably knows him. Even if they don't, it's his special Lucky power that they will suddenly realize they do. In any case, we're all talking and he slouches down in his chair as always, the bartender handing him his beer before he even gets around to naming it. "God, I had to be in court yesterday," he says in his rural drawl. Everyone's heads turn.

"What on earth for?"

"That night I out-ran the cops."

Now, I've got some Captain in me so I tilt my head and look again. "So... you didn't outrun them?"

"Oh no." Lucky chuckles and ducks his head a little. "Nah, I outran 'em. Outran the sherriff, NextCounty sherriff and NextTown's cop too. Would've outran our cops but I didnt' have to get that far."

Draco's interest is piqued. "So how--"

"I didn't outrun 'em fast enough to get the licenseplate blurry. They show up your house the next day apparently. They don't warn you about that."

We all stare at one another and then at Lucky again. "Huh. So how'd court go?" Trouble takes another drink.

"Got it delayed again." Lucky takes a drag and sags in relief. "Thank god. Thought I'd be on parole for New Years. That woulda sucked." He shakes his head and looks around at us as if this is the most logical reaction to the entire thing one could have.

I raise my glass in salute. "Lucky, you are amazing."

From there the night got better. We all ended up back at Trouble's place, snow falling in huge flakes. Lucky had brought some friends and they were determined at some point to leave. I dont' actually remember why. Possibly because IdiotBoy who is one of Trouble's exes is married to a total psycho and yet feels the need to come party and be out and lie to her about it... Anyway, they left. And they left with our alcohol. Cue some ranting phone calls from Trouble. They come back. Most of the bottle has disappeared. Trouble takes it and stomps off. We all mean to be upset but Sansa starts playing in the snow and so if one does all of us must and before long we're all back in the house soaking wet, hurling cards at Fry and entirely forgetting the alcohol... until...

"We're stuck in a ditch. ThisRoad, ThisJunction. Help! Phone dying!" It's Lucky. He has put his truck in a ditch and IdiotBoy's phone is already dead, and Lucky's soon will be. They're of course out on the backroads, snow is coming down again... And we girls are in no damn mood to be charitable.

"Well that sucks. Don't you just damn well love karma?" Trouble hangs up on him.

He calls back. Trouble remains uncaring.

We sit and look at one another for a few minutes. Fry shakes his head. "My car won't go out there, Summer doesn't have a car, Sansa's is rearwheel drive... that leaves yours Trouble."

We debate. Trouble calls Strider, I call Frodo (who's usually called Kel but he's let his hair grow out again and omfg he really does look like Frodo I can't help it).

Frodo wakes up and I explain what's going on, beg him to call Lucky, explain where they're at and that we're stuck in town. He lives nearby where they went off the road, so he kindly goes and picks them up.

We carry on talking to Fry and his friend who was new but very amusing. Drinking, playing card games until its 6am and Sansa's out cold, I'm falling over, Trouble's barely getting sentences out...

Woke up at 10, still drunk- didn't stop feeling queasy until 10:30 tonight. We're probably lucky snow angels was the wildest we got.

MERRY X-MAS, everyone! I hope you are all having fun holidays as well.

Thanks to

cyshobbitlass for these first 3 topics! 

1. What do you want to be when you "grow up"?
That changes daily. I want to go into the Foreign Service when I graduate, and work at the US embassies the world over. If that fails, and I can't get a single story published,  I guess I will teach Spanish. 
 So I guess the list is: diplomat, writer, Spanish teacher, copy editor or copy writer, and far distant in the back there's anything that has much to do with my first major.

2. If you could be any fictional character who would you be?
 ... Now that is tough. I have a lot of heroes: Gemma Doyle from A Great and Terrible Beauty, Arianne Martell from A Game of Thrones, Ishtar from The Vampire Game, The young countess in Swordspoint, Abby Sciuto from NCIS... Galadriel and Eowyn from Lord of the Rings, and omg Atia in Rome. 

I mean, that's a lot of fictional role models to have, so it's a tough decision. In the end, though, of all the characters whose lives I could take over and absolute love doing it... Serena from Gossip Girl. Don't kill me, it's just the truth. Money, beauty, smart, nice, and trying her best to just bounce through life. I love Serena, and I'd love to be Serena. If I can't have her, then I take Abby.

3. Favorite drink (alcoholic) (you've probably mentioned this before but whatever)
Actually, that changes on a pretty much weekly basis. I do mention my fave drinks but they change and anyway I tend to blog more about the after effects than the drinks themselves. 

My go-to enjoyable alcoholic beverage that is easily made and easily available is of course Capt Morgan and Coke. The Captain has seen me safely through many a long and wild night. 

Now, for other occasions: margaritas. Frozen or on the rocks, with salt and a lime. Oh, heaven. Then there is my new love of Strawberry Martinis, a long love-hate relationship with cosmos, and a lot of love for Woodchuck Cider Beer. 


In other news: Still feeling wretched. Stupid sinuses. Stupid throat. Stupid cough. Stupid asthma. Stupid life.