Nightcap

Last Saturday, after a couple hours of drinking for free at a bar, Boyfriend brought me and OCR back to the house. Needless to say, I was quite a bit intoxicated. This is the point where I decided to entertain my whole street with my interpretation of the song "New York, New York."

I set up my own personal stage in my front yard. At this point, Boyfriend quickly made his exit to inside the house, and OCR watched from her balcony seats, aka my front porch.

My after hours show did not disappoint. I started my own dance line, minus the uh, other 15 people that should have been in it with me. I kicked my legs and belted out the song at the top of my lungs, while OCR egged me on and the neighbors cringed in horror.

Then came the finale.

As I sang, OK screamed, "Its up to you, New York, Neeewwww Yoooorrrrk!", my legs swept out right from under me, my arms flew up in the air, and i landed ass first onto my front lawn.

But I never missed a note. I did not want to disappoint my fans, OK fan.

I laid in my front yard, curled up in the fetal position, laughing so hard I could barely breathe, until OCR came down off the "balcony" to help me up.

We kept laughing for 15 minutes after that.

Finally we went into the house and I yelled to Boyfriend at a decibel that only dogs could hear, "DID YOU SEE ME? I WAS SINGING THAT SONG TO YOU, AND THEN I FELL!" To that Boyfriend answered, "I'm shocked." And then he took me up to bed to prevent me from another accident where I could crack my head open or obtain a compound fracture of some sort.