The party before the party.
Saturday evening, after a long and arduous day of sunning in the backyard, my friends and I decided to break in the grill for the low brow BBQ the next day.




I liked the kabob the best.
Mmm, meat.
Okay, we were a little lowbrow as we did this all while lounging in lawn chairs in the driveway. But it was such a nice evening!

Vodka + a splash of pomegranate juice + orange/mango/pineapple juice = DRUNK BEFORE YOU KNOW IT.
It's like, two drinks, everyone's fine. But hit THREE, and kabam! Mad drunkenness!
Really, we didn't mean for it to happen, as we were going to take it easy because we had a big day of drinking ahead of us. But, it just did.
So we decided to race our tractors because it seemed like a good idea at the time.

See, look at our tractors! So freaking cute. You can guess which tractor I was.

I don't know what happened here on the left.

Appears like there was some sort of altercation. Me, I was nursing the nail I broke from accidentally scraping it down the pavement as it got damaged amidst the tractor racing hoopla.
We're all really damn competitive, you know.

After this, we pretty much passed out as holy majolie, we were druuuunk. Saddest part was, it was only about 10:30. One girl fell asleep in the papasan in the driveway ("I'm a sleepy monkey," she proclaimed, and promptly passed out and we couldn't wake her up, but had to carry her inside the house), and I sighed a little bit until Tweedle's roommate drove me home because I like sleeping in my own bed dammit. I'm not sure how the last of the girls got home, but as she met us for the requisite hungover greasy spoon breakfast the next morning, she obviously got home safely.
Accidentally getting drunk. The best kind of drunk to get.

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