Moments of Mortification

I'm sure this will end up being a series of posts, but for now, I present you with this gem:

Friday night and we're out at the usual spot, LuLu's. Everybody is having a great time, and I've gone the entire evening without making an ass of myself. And then...

I walked to the upper bar at about 1:00a to see what was happening. My least favorite bartender was working. Now mind you, on a normal, sunny, sober day, I can't stand the sight of this guy. He's rude and abrasive and generally just a jerk. Actually reminds me of an ex. So I am sitting there with a friend chatting, and suddenly I am possessed by what I can only assume was the DEVIL HIMSELF. I leaned across the bar and said "Hey ____, we should just make out already and get it over with." Oh.my.god! Where did that come from? Not even I can answer that one. It gets better...his girlfriend was sitting five feet away when I made this not-at-all-quiet request.

I almost made it through the entire night without doing anything stupid! I guess the whole night was too much to hope for considering the number of rum drinks I consumed.

The End.

Happy New Year!

And happy it will be. Big Head Todd & The Monsters are coming to the Big Island for AN ENTIRE WEEK in May. They are playing two shows at the Prince Hapuna in Waikoloa. I plan to stay for the entire week and try not to drool on myself in front of Todd Park Mohr. It would be really great if my knees didn't turn to jelly, too. So if the universe could just go ahead and make that happen, that'd be great.

So happy new year and here's hoping you don't drool on yourself or turn to jelly. Unless that's your thing, of course.

Love,
Mae