GNO

(that's "girls night out" for those keeping track).

after missing a golden opportunity for a blog photo of a woman walking down lincoln road with one of HER girls out, i had to blog about last night's GNO turned "AJ and maegan are all of a sudden much more think than you drunk i am."

pick up AJ downtown, head to lincoln road to meet up with KC and DK at finnegan's. move the party to books and books cafe for some non-bar food (wow, we're really growing up folks!) and sangria. fab. discussions: AJ has been picked for jury duty; KC is going on a date with a lawyer; KC and i recall the first drunken night we hung out which turned into waking up next to her in my underwear (typical); DK says, "i want another pitcher, so if you guys don't, i'll just drink the whole thing (we all clearly have this drinking thing in common).

dinner over, head back to finnegan's for some drinks. random dudes follow us into the bar and have to leave because one can't legally be there. thank God. DK orders what we think is a non-alcoholic beer which turns into a google-it-on-your-blackberry party. no worries; Becks' does have booze in it. whew.

DK and KC head home but AJ and i are determined to stay and make the most of the $10 that AJ put in the parking meter, which by the way JUST ran out at 12:30 today.

watching the magic/celtics game, sippin on some goose and soda, after accidentally ordering tonic the first time and choking it down. AJ going with the classic goose and cran. the magic takes a shot with 50 seconds left and as the ball is in mid-air, the freaking power goes out on all but one tv. of course, as luck would have it, the rest of the power goes out with five seconds remaining in the game. LAME. thank God for the ESPN mobile app for blackberries, and also for EK keeping me updated via text with the play-by-play.

finnegan's is tired, heading elsewhere in search of some hip-hop which is hard to come by on a tuesday night in south beach apparently. we wander all the way to playwright and immediately decide that we'll definitely be getting a cab back to our car after that walk.

music is better at playwright, but creepy locals are still very much in full effect. it appears that tuesday nights are their night to go out. post-many vodka/sodas, i really don't care and am content with rocking out in my chair and BBM'ing and texting everyone in my phone. upset that we can't find the juke box and realizing that we need water instead of vodka immediately if not sooner, we decide that it would be best for us to call it a night.

a $5 cab ride to the car, a BBM that should not have been sent even though i still don't know what was said, and a kelly clarkson rock-out sesh later, home sweet home. a successful GNO.

and i did wake up in my underwear today, just in my own bed instead of DK's this time.