Zoo day

Today we went to go pick up Mackenzie from "Nanny Camp" and decided to take advantage of the beautiful day and go to the Riverbank Zoo in Columbia. Mac spent the better part of the week with her cousin Haley at their grandmother's house. Surprisingly, Mac lasted the whole trip, although we did get a couple of night-time phone calls asking to come home early. By the time she got going the following days she was back to having fun though.

The Zoo was cool - much better than the last time we went there - all of the animals were out and about and there was no bothersome hail storms to interrupt the fun. In fact you could not ask for a better day weather-wise - not too hot and it was sunny the whole time. We also ate some freshly grilled ribs for lunch, which seems like an odd thing to serve at an animal sanctuary such as the zoo. Regardless, it looked better than the pizza they were serving.


Sea Lions are my favorite!

This past Thursday night was a real "treat" so-to-speak. Hugo called and asked to go "get coffee". By "get coffee", he really means "go to Starbucks and then head to a bar for the rest of the night". So as we're getting coffee, this girl that we met last week, her name is Madonna (for real - I checked her license), called us and asked if we were going to the bar. Well as sure as we were enjoying overpriced coffee products we were headed to the bar.

We got to the bar and met up with Madonna and her freinds, but she was pissed off at them for some reason only a bi-sexual woman could be pissed off about and she persuaded us to go accross the street to the gay bar. Now I'm no stranger to gay bars since my brother used to work the door at one and we went there all the time years ago because the music was good and there was always something interesting going on there. So we trekked over to it and Hugo and Madonna continued to get drunk (I wasn't drinking too much at this point as I was designated - as usual).

The bar called last call and we had to be on our way. At this point I was already out much later than I should have been, but Hugo is a very persuasive fellow and talked me into driving him and Madonna back to his house. We got there and started drinking. Now that I wasn't too far from home, I started drinking. Unfortunately I drank a little too much 'cause I did not want to get behind the wheel of a car - I realized this when Amy called me after 2:00am to find out where the fuck I was.

At this point, Hugo started to get a little friendly with Madonna, and luckily for him, I was there to answer his phone when this other girl he is seeing from NY called. By the time I was done talking to her, Hugo had passed out in a drunken stupor. Madonna on the other hand was wide awake and well aware of the fact that she had to go to work the next day. So she asked me to drive her home - which was like 30 or so minutes away.

Long story short, I didn't get home until almost 5:00am. Man did I hear it, and I rightfully deserved it. This is exactly why I rarely tip a drink anymore - that time thing can be really tricky when you got some sauce in ya.