Just another Wednesday night

I really needed a night out. My week has been hectic, and slightly emotional. So when my good friend JB threw out the invite for Cinco de Mayo shenanigans, I knew this was just what the doctor ordered. Nothing special, just some eats at Calamari's and then up to the Sunflower Club to listen to Rick McGee without his rockers. And without the sheet music to "Mexico" on 5/5 apparently. No amount of shouting would change the fact that he just didn't know the song. For some reason this doesn't stop me from shouting it out after, EVERY.SINGLE.SONG. Those who know me will not be surprised at all. We also discovered that the Beach Boy band member who hit on JD was not John Stamos, (sad face) but instead 68-year-old Bruce Johnston, who is very stingy with his wine. And then that last beer came and being 3 blocks from home deciding while drinking said beer, do I stay out with the JD and JT knowing things were surely going to get out of hand? Or do I honor the pact that JB and I made to get each other home at a decent hour, not smashed, and with food in our bellies. Pact intact.