Sugar went out last night and met some friends who were going to buy "a" drink for Sour Patch Kids to celebrate his big one (sounds like a Cialis commercial!) Needless to say no self respecting guy can buy "a" drink, nor can the celebratee drink "a" drink and somewhere around the sixth and seventh, the imbibers (Sugar was the DD) decided there was a great dive bar with Karaoke just waiting for our group.
Sugar likes and warms to a great dive bar. She finds the sights, smells ,and bad outfits delicious. This was beyond delicious. Where did these people come from???? Most of them were much too awkward for the chess club and were also booted from the Trekkie convention.
The ultimate insult to the evening was that a couple of them could carry a tune. Who goes to Karaoke to hear marginal singing? Give Sugar some Love Me Tender that sounds like a drunk bullfrog or sit your ass down!!!
Sugar did have a chance to break out the Sugar Shimmy because Sour Patch Kids had to do a special dance with all the other BDay hos and he was too drunk to keep his hands off Awkward Ann's clammy paws. It was a thing of beauty to watch Sugar, in her slimming little black number and spike heals, insert herself into the thong of revelers, all clad in their peasant dresses and combat boots, to the rescue of the thoroughly trashed Sour Patch Kids.
After the dance a slurring Trekkie-reject came up to Sugar and said "Whaths your name causth I like your sctharf" This is why they can't get dates!
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