Certified's 80's Party

For Cert's 80's party I decided I would be unique.  Instead of dressing like I was in THE 80's, I dressed like I was in MY 80's.  I had it all planned out.  I bought silver hair paint, a fedora, and an eyeglass chain.  I had a cane, and I drew vericose veins on my calves, just above my black socks (pulled all the way up) and brown sandals.  The only missing accessory was a "#1 Grandpa" T-shirt.  I checked every place I could think of in the area and was disappointed that I couldn't find it.  I guess no one in the area loves Grandpa, at least not enough to get him a goofy shirt. 

Even though my Doctor told me not to binge anymore, I had to do it, it was Cert's 80's party!  By 1 a.m.  So Hot I'll Turn You Gay and I had decided to see what was going on in the bedrooms.  We popped in Alli's room and fell on the bed (pretending to hook up) and landed right on top of Alli's mom.  I found out that my "buddy" Marc knew that her mom was sleeping in there the whole time, and was watching from the bottom of the stairs.  I guess that was payback for stealing his car keys from his desk at work and parking his car across two spaces...  By about 3 in the a.m. I was singing my rendition of Georgia on my mind:

Georgia,

Georgia,

The whole day through..

Fill my heart with gladness,

Take away all my sadness,

You ease my troubles, that's what you do.

Comments

[Weeeeee!]

Damn you! I'm going to have that song in my head the rest of the day. It took 2 days for me to get rid of it the first time.

Oh, and my mom wanted me to thank you for a good time Saturday night. She said, "This is the best!" ... or was that Marc when he realized what you were about to do. I can't remember.

[Ms Meh]

Congrats on getting named!

I bet Ray Charles is rolling over in his grave, what with you turning him into Rod Stewart and all.

Oh, and until this post... yeah, I thought you were dressed as Burt Reynolds. I kept looking for Loni.

[So Hot I'll Turn You Gay]

Maybe all the Grandpas in the area are so happy and honored to be #1 that they perish the thought of ever giving up those tee shirts.

And dagnabbit, Vodka. My work firewall won't let me view your blog. what do they expect me to do at work if i can't read blogs? geesh. i wish i could comment more often.