Yes, I went to the country dance saturday...incredible... I love going out, getting crazy, and seeing everyone else do the same (hence my love of friends/family/and yes... I'll admit it, this small f*cking town of Ingersoll).
A story that needs to be shared:
I am leaving the dance (drunken blur fast forwarding three hours) walking towards home with friends...why were they coming along? no idea. anywho, lady pulls up in her car:
-Do you know where a local bar/strip club is?
Drunk Rob: "yes, but it is hard to explain."
-Well, I am trying to catch my husband. He is cheating and I know he is here
**rob gets into the car**
"Looks like we are going on a goose chase"
(drunken blur of conversations...brief recollections of hoping fences to look for some guy's truck and looking behind bars and business for this guy)
"Can I change the radio station?"
-Well, I was kind of hoping we could focus on the task at hand...
"sorry... forgot what we were doing"
-I'd better take you home...
Nicest lady ever, I have her number in case she ever needs help (I gave her mine, I felt it was mutual...)
NEXT DAY:
Parents: "Rob, how did you get home?"
Rob...tells story...
Mom:" What if she was some crazy rapist?"
Dad:"Was she good looking?"
Brother:"how the hell do you always do such crazy shit..."
The mystery continues
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