I got out of the house last night with some friends I hadn’t seen in quite a while.  I broke my cherry of going into a tattoo parlor and decided that I will never get the tattoo that I want.  I watched my friend get her tattoos and the noise of the gun, or whatever they call it now, freaked me out to no end.  If I were under the needle, I think I would panic because of the noise.  Plus, as much as I enjoy pain, I’m a huge pussy when it comes to nagging constant pain.  Needless to say I’ve made my decision based on watching my friend.

After she finished her tattoos, we went out to a local bar.  We honestly wanted to just go out and have a good time.  We ended up having a blast.  I did at least.  We walked in and ordered our drinks before finding a table to sit at and chat.  We sat for a while, sipping on cosmos and just catching up when a random guy walked up with a one liner.  I kid you not.  It was fabulous and hilarious at the same time.

“How much does a polar bear weigh?” he asked us.

“Enough to break the ice,” answered one of my friends with confidence.  He was a bit taken aback by the fact that she knew the answer and his face was priceless.  Seriously, I wanted to piss myself with fighting so hard not to giggle uncontrollably.  He hung around us for a while and flirted before walking away for his friend to come over and chat with us.  He came back with a round of drinks for us and I believe he bought us a round after that.  His friend he sent over ended up buying us a round of drinks, too, though  he ended up chatting up my friend who answered the ice breaker one liner more into the night.  I ended up chatting up and chatted up with a guy that had bought my other friend a drink.  He was interesting and made me smile a lot.  And no, it wasn’t because I was drunk. (more…)