I used to sleep at night.

and now I do a thousand other things in the hours of night I never even knew existed when I was younger. Live fast die pretty. Sure planning for the future is important, and im not ignorant to that fact, but I also strongly believe that we need to live day by day, cause no one knows when its all going to stop, and I dont know about you, but I want to be running when the sand runs out.

I drink, a lot. Im not an alcoholic, I do not like the taste of alcohol, nor could I ever imagine sitting alone getting faded, but I do admit I do sometimes love gettnig fall down, loud and messy drunk. If you dont , then hey thats you, but I love living - and I understand living is so much more than a few drinks, but hey, this is only one post-

A friend of mine came back to town for a week, after being away for a month+ of working out of town, she likes to party so of coarse we had to go hard while she was in town. Roosters, this country club out in little ol' maple ridge. Boy do the people there know how to party. We went on a Wednesday, and im sure youre thinking, who the fuck parties on a Wednesday, well we do. In my opinion hump day is the best day to hit up roosters, 20 delicious chicken wings for a loonie, 5.25 TRIPLE paralyzers (which will be the death of me every Wednesday) and best of all topless bull-riding, who doesn't love boobies on a bull. She got up on the bull, twice; I sat out this round.

My girlfriend that night got a little rowdy, and by rowdy I mean sucked face with literally ever dude she thought was cute, including the bouncer on our way out. Shes crazy, you only live once right? Regardless we got super drunk , talk to a bunch of cool people, and at the end of the night I ended up walking through the mcdicks drive through in order to get a mcchicken, and yes I know what youre wonder, it totally was delicious.

Anyways, im young. These nights are what I love right now, and when I get older I want to be able to tell my kids, "Yes, mommy knew how to get crunk" Judge all you want, say I should be more focused on other things, which yes I agree are important, but if I died tomorrow, I would be more than thrilled to I fist pumped and jagger bombed my way here, with a million and one great memories, and probably a million more that are kind of blurry from the mickey of vodka I slammed before we left. Its fun for me, everyone has there preferences, I just prefer mine chased with er'DRANK. (energy drink, for those who arent me or my boyfriend.) 

-and she lived happily ever after...

Amanda