Marinated in beer

My friend Keith is known around town as Badass. When I go out dancing with him on Fridays, I hear "Badass" coming from all directions. However, in our household he's known as Drama. He is the most dramatic guy I've ever met. Here's a prime example:

Keith, Nikki and I were in Philadelphia on our way home from Bruno's show. Keith was stopped at a red light texting a girl that he likes.

Me: "Keeeeeith! Is that your girrrrrl?! You better share her with me!"

Bam. That's all it took. Next thing I know, all of our friends are approaching me about how Keith thinks I'm trying to steal his lady and how I want a threesome or a polygamous relationship with him. Kevin said he stomped into the kitchen and angrily said, "Yo, I think Nicole wants to have sex with my girl. That's FUCKED up!"

We just laugh at him. We corner him, call him out, and then joke about it.

Anyway, last night was fucking amazing. I went out with Keith, Kevin, Shannon, and Alex. Shannon knew the bartender so I had drinks getting handed to me every 10 minutes. Not to mention that the boys kept giving me sips of their drinks while I was dancing with them. We all danced our butts off.

At one point Alex tried pouring his beer into my mouth and I had a bit of an explosion which left me absolutely drenched in Corona. Shirt, bra, pants, hair.. everywhere. I laughed and kept dancing.

I woke up at 7 in the morning fully clothed, still damp from beer, and pulled myself into work.

Best. Cinco de Mayo. EVER.

Oh and Drama and I celebrated our unbirthday yesterday: