It Takes Me Out of My Head

Doll was supposed to be my drinking buddy last weekend.

Normally, Doll doesn't want to play my reindeer games. "you're a big girl, now. You can go by yourself."

But we both had bad weeks leading up to the party last weekend and were looking forward to letting loose and having fun.

Unfortunately, Doll had a headache and wouldn't drink with me. Marcus and I kept trying to change her mind. "Want some champagne? It's just a little glass!"

She continued to refuse but much later in the night, she got to feeling better. Doll headed to the bar for some Patron.

"Never heard of it!" Keep in mind, this bartender (mostly) knew how to make a Black Russian, so he wasn't totally clueless.

"It's tequila."

"I just got back from Mexico and I've never heard of it."

Doll wouldn't settle for anything less, so she came back to the table empty handed and grumpy.

When we got back to the hotel, Marcus, Mitch, Doll, BJ and I headed to the party room to wait for the rest of the after-party revelers. I headed over to have a chat with my new friend, Malibu, while Doll got herself some Patron.

Doll is pretty hardcore. She shoots that stuff down and doesn't even flinch. It's awesome.

Marcus and I kept chanting "Doll! Doll! Doll! Doll!" as we ponded the tables like drunken frat boys. She drank half the bottle in less than half an hour.

When I decided it was time to head upstairs and into bed, Marcus and Doll came with me. Marcus was hungry.

"Let's go to Denny's Doll!"

"Yeah, Doll! Let's go to Denny's!"

We kept begging her. I'm not really sure why. I don't know how we thought we would get there. None of us was in driving condition. yet on and on we begged as we followed her down the hall.

"Listen," she said as she turned around and pointed her finger at Marcus. "There are two of you . . ."

"Uh oh," I thought. "Here comes another 'You're a big girl' lecture."

She turned her finger my way. "And I can also see two of you. I've got to go to bed."