Femme Fatale

This is interesting. This morning I was saved by a babe. But...

So last night I went out to a bar after much coaxing from my friend Rosa. Despite showing up late, there were still plenty of people left mingling about. The two of us immediately went to work introducing ourselves and making new members to the social group feel comfortable and welcome.

Everything was hunky dory. There were plenty of new members. Everybody was having a great time. Heck, I had a great time! Unfortunately, Rosa and I had to leave early. She had to go because she still had errands to run before flying out on Friday for a wedding. I had to wake my butt up early and drive to Schaumburg!

But... The plan failed miserably! The beer was flowing... C'mon, who can resist $2 Amstel Light on draft, or $3 flavored martinis?!? Of course meeting two incredible people didn't help either. Hee hee.

Finally Rosa was able to twist my arm into settling our tab and leave. We walked out in the cold and got in the car. She pulled out of the semi rock star parking spot and went up to the light.

"Oh my God!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's two till midnight!"

"So?"

"We gotta go back to the bar and buy you shots!"

Although we lost our awesome spot, we managed to find another semi rock star parking spot. The guys who remained at the bar were shocked to see us reappear. A few minutes passed, and six shots were served.

"What's this?"

"You'll like it. It's To-Kill-Ya!"

A little toast here, a silly speech there, and we drank. Then we sucked down our lime. But wait, what was that stuff in my mouth? I inquired of the gorgeous bartender I had been flirting with all night long if she had sprinkled cinnamon on the lime.

You see, cinnamon will cause my tongue's taste buds to swell and hurt, therefore causing loss of taste for several days. And what do you know? It was cinnamon! Perhaps I shouldn't flirt with drop dead gorgeous bartenders from now on. Cause they might be femme fatales! But for her that night, it was so worth it! =)