Deb's Cantina Party (or why it was NOT my fault the beer truck got wrecked!)

I did not wreck the beer truck at

Deb's last fal-do-ral!!!!

Okay, I'm coming casual, and I am prepared for the mad drunks that will be there before the end of the night! I will be the bouncer, I guess.....someone has to do it.....might as well be a girl equipped for the job!

NO WRECKING DEB'S CANTINA!!!!

Hubby asked to come along; at first I nipped him---see the bandage?---then I thought he IS my favorite floation device!

Just inflate and...oh....never mind!

(just in case I fall in the pool, wearing all that leather......

a *HE-MAN* to pull me out....or laugh

as I drown.)

I'm bringing my other best friend, Mr. Blackened VooDoo Lager!

Oh, he has wonderful body and everyone will love him!!!

♥♥♥♥♥

Of course, there is my other favorite friend, Dear Abita!

Perfectly brewed, dark and lush on the tongue.......yum.......

Yes, Abita is a delicious way to spend an evening, part

of the Holy Grail of New Orleans beers!

OH! OH! We have AmberBock too for those with a less developed palate!

(there's nothing like sleeping on a case of Blackened VooDoo...you're

my HooDoo VooDoo Doll! Yeeeaaaaaah!)

And supporting my Dear Abita is the Motor City brew of choice;

STROH'S!!!!!

(It is a long standing favorite of Dear Hubby,

so we have to get a little face time for it)

And I think, after allllllll this tasting, and imbibing, and drinking, and drinking.........

some of us are going to be flat out on the Cantina floor,

ready for a snooze, or resuscitation!

But what a way to go!

(let me sleep it off and no throwing me in the pool!)

Now, about those rumors of me wrecking the beer truck, those are WRONG!!! First, Pam was cutting the cheese in there, Georgina was trying to knock me out of the way to get to the brew, Deb was looking in the mirror fixing her hair and hit me in the eye with an elbow, and I am pretty sure it was Ces's foot that got my chin as she was hanging out the window in her wet t-shirt waving and yelling at all the men going by.

She was saying something like,

"You want a good time Sailor? Follow US!!!

TSUP!!! TSUP!!! Yeah---YOU BIG GUY!!!

Bring it over here for Ces-A-Licious!!!"

(that was when she slipped and the foot got me in the chin...)

So really, think about it.

Would *I* wreck a beer truck, and if so,

would any beer go to waste???

Not in MY lifetime. I can suck like a Hoover....

But I stick to my guns.

It was NOT my fault!

And this is all I'm bringing, and now go have fun at Deb's Rockin' Cantina A-Go-Go! (and just in case you are wondering, yes, I am the poor white trash relative, but I have the good beer and a GOOD TIME!!!!)

Off with ya! Over to Deb's!!!

And I still did not wreck the beer truck...pfffft!

I did NOT wreck the beer truck....now gimme that bottle opener.

And stand back!!!! :-D