It's getting closer to beach season so before the tourist hit we made rounds at the beach. Heading north for a few hours we (me and the roomies) went to the beach. The weather wasn't your optimal beach sitter's paradise but we weren't there to soak up the rays. This trip was all about shopping. We hit the outlets with full force. Saturday night was bar night and we went to season opening for a local place. Two pretty decent bands took stage, Scott's New Band and Fuzzy Bunny Slippers. You heard me right, FUZZY BUNNY SLIPPERS. Two cover bands that really knew how to rock out. No cover but a suggested donation along with several free beers the night was a hit. I, like my regular rock star self, was all over the floor soaking up the music. Out of the 5 band members 3 had girlfriends, one disappeared and two got hit on… What? You do the math. Somebody exchanged digits who wasn't supposed to. Whoops! No names…. Actually I couldn't tell you his name because I wasn't involved for once. I was far too entertained playing the wing man.



I haven't decided where my level of drink is anymore because I can sit with the girls and have one beer and feel it or rock out at a club and have 6 and not even notice. Seriously SOBER! Entertaining though, I didn't have to play the mom for once and the night was a success.