Little wild child...

I started a post last night, but then deleted it because it was all speculation about a new boy.

Then I realized there was so much more to tell that was, coincidentally, (mostly) all about me, without having to delve into details that aren't best expressed online.

I danced on a bar Saturday night.

One of my greatest friends got married this weekend, and I was a part of the festivities. It was a beautiful, tear-inducing ceremony with a fairytale reception. And yes, there was dancing. We got a chance to go out to the Riverwalk to celebrate and be über-girly, which was majorly awesome.

Meanwhile, behind the scenes, the best man and I plotted the decorations for the getaway vehicle at the reception. At the rehearsal dinner, he and I had our first chance to combine forces and plot, so we ducked out to the side of the house to tie cans on strings. Kelly found us, but thanks to BM's sharp eye and quick reflexes, the evidence got kicked in the bushes and we were standing up as she walked towards us. So she thought that he and I had been making out. I wasn't going to correct her (she likes surprises), and it was hella-funny to pretend we'd been guilty. But for the record, there was nothing going on before or during the wedding other than plotting.

After they left the reception in the getaway hay-wagon, the BM and I went up together to Austin to hit 6th (the night was young). We met up with some awesome friends of his who were following a bachelorette party, and two other girls and I envied the bachelorettes' dancing on a bar. So we had a quick discussion:

"I've always wanted to dance on a bar."
"Why don't we go to Coyote Ugly? They let you up on the bar there!"
"Hell yes! Let's go! After we take this flaming shot of something watermelon-y dunked into Smirnoff Ice"
"Okay!"

So we did. We got there, got up on the bar, and grooved for a good couple of minutes. I was in some very amazing 4-inch heels, and I started to do a little turn on the bar, but wobbled a bit and decided I didn't need to be falling over. It's one of the things I've always wanted to do, and I'm glad I could.

Among other things I heartily enjoy is the look of surprise and/or approval after I suck down a drink. We had a couple instances where we were just waiting on a girl (sometimes me) who had a vodka cranberry or a vodka sour or something to finish before we could leave. So a quick glug,glug,glug and it's gone. Not that difficult, particularly when it tastes good.

But we'll see how much my escort lives up to his title of Best Man.