One Tequila, two Tequila, three Tequila, FLOOR!

Isn't that the famous saying?

Daddy and I were invited to a friend's and his fiance's combined birthday party on Saturday night. We haven't seen them in over a year so we figured we should go. I got my mother to take Little Man for the night, since I knew we would be out late.
A soon as we got there, a shot glass was put into our hands and our friends that were there were holding their shot glasses waiting to toast. The salt shaker was passed around with a plate of limes. I stopped my friend .J. from pouring more than half of a shot into my glass...I haven't had a drink in ages. We toasted to friendship, a lot of us that were there haven't been around, kids and jobs keeping us busy, and needless to say we missed eachother. "Lick, drink, suck" was the mantra of the night, as shots were passed around everytime someone got an emotional need to make a toast. Daddy only had one, the first one. My friend .K. pulled me to the table for a total of four (well, really two, right? I only took half shots everytime.) because it was her first time really getting out since she's had the baby (He's turning one in three weeks.) and she was my drinking partner before we were married.
We had a great time dancing and catching up.
Daddy and I went home at two, and (surprise) I didn't feel drunk. I didn't wake up with a hangover (thankyouthankyouthankyou!) but I did feel the need to drink a thousand gallons of water on Sunday.
It was funny being there, with these people we have known since before anyone was married and before anyone had kids. All of our lives have changed so much, and even though we haven't spent any time together in so long, the time we spent on Saturday felt like we haven't been away from eachother at all. It felt good.
So, to my dear old friends who I may not see for another year (I hope that's not the case.), this one's for you: