Wanna Wrassle?

Last night, my friend Aaron had us all over to his company's offices where they have a big screen TV and stuff to watch the NBA finals. They had a marg machine, and I had several margs. Partly because I have a really sore neck ever since yesterday morning, and I was anesthetizing myself. (Excuses!) Anyway.

Near the end of the night, I don't exactly know what set us off, but Aaron & I ended up "wrassling". I sort of fight dirty, and I truly hope I didn't hurt him, since (nice) boys can't actually fight dirty back. Not fair of me, I know, but I was several margaritas past caring. :) Anyway. Andrew got in on it too, and I apparently popped him on the tooth. I'm just a little hellcat. Bad Old Me.

That'll learn 'em to sneak up on a drunken "tigger" like that.