maybe this was a bad idea

a really eventful day segued into a hopelessly crazy evening. my liver and i are sort of hoping that friday night was the exception, not the rule.

first up, out with Amy to a "happy hour" where they bring you a full glass of gin and ice and small bottle of tonic on the side. this was followed by a nice walk through Dupont circle where free wine was on offer from some local galleries. after the gin and wine we hopped on our bikes, out for some PBRs in cans at Solly's on U Street.

it was at this point that i began to worry. nothing good happens after cans of PBR. (see also my bachelorette party in Portland where i woke up on the lawn with timmi and couldn't find my pants.)

anyhoo, we met up with roommate Aaron and went to Adam's Morgan where we had pitchers of PBR (is this better? no.). some creepy guys from Cincinnati started hitting on Amy (since when is "motorboating" used in pick-up lines?). Aaron and i agreed that Amy's fella was a douche, so we attempted to ditch him quickly, heading for Amy's friend's house party nearby.

the house party was chalk full of warm beer, over-achieving DC 20/30-somethings, and dancing.

not minutes had passed when Cincinnati walked in -- Amy had told him the address, brilliant. i wondered at that moment -- am i to be a cock block or am i a disinterested observer? Amy confirmed that in exchange for a place to stay, i am her sane, married chaperon for the summer. oh, lucky, lucky me.

so, i allowed the dancing and maybe a kiss, but after that it was "grab your purse and get on your bike, girl. time to call this thing a night."

i think i earned my keep last night, even though i couldn't prevent amy from losing her wallet.

mom can't take care of everything, i suppose.