I laughed really hard & then messed up all my pictures.

What happens when you're faced with the meet and greet of your 15 year class reunion, you leave your hubby at home and go out with your BFF?  {Pssst... Ash, I'm not cheating, I swear!  Natalie is just the IRL BFF.}  You drink.  Copious amounts of vanilla vodka and ginger ale with a lime. Thankyouverymuch.

That reminds me.  Once I was drinking vanilla vodka and ginger ale and this was before I was married to Dave, I had TWO of them and had to be put to bed by two very dear friends.  {Hi Chad & Nikki!}  So anyway, the next morning I woke up only wearing my socks and I had to walk down the street to my friend's house and ask him if I happened to get naked in front of him while collecting my keys.  He also told me years later that he was sorry for peeing in my back yard that night, but he could have kept that secret because I don't even vaguely recollect it.  I didn't get naked in front of him and I will have the pleasure of seeing him tomorrow night at the 'real' reunion because we're still friends despite the fact that I can not hold my liquor.

That also reminds me, I am the fastest get ready-er ever.  I won a bet tonight and the first VV & GA was on Amy.  And doesn't VV & GA sound better than vanilla vodka and ginger ale.

Thankfully there were the sober {knocked up} among us who hopefully didn't get photos that turned out like  this. 

Who the eff put me in charge of an $800 camera?

And Amy... THIS is what happens when you drunk blog. I blame you.

I'm so going to regret this in the morning.  About as much as I regret wearing Skidz, pegged jeans, an Outback Red shirt and 4 pairs of colored socks the last time I saw half these people.  Go Rebels!