Remember how I used to do posts about going out on the weekends? I’d write these novellas on whatever debauchery I got into. Fun times! 
Today I thought I’d write one of those posts! There wasn’t any debauchery, though. Just me getting insanely high and meeting some friends at a local “Irish pub” for a “girl’s night out.” I’ll post 3 pictures friend E took, too! 
Sooo… since I’ve gotten married, I’ve felt like I can’t really go out. Especially without Andy. I guess ’cause I’m pretty damn insecure sometimes and I have a tendency to project emotions I’d have on to him. Like if he wanted to go out with “the boys” I’m sure I’d be super lonely and worried the whole time. (I also have trust issues 
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Well, anyways, we talked about it and he’s perfectly fine with me going out once in a while (he’d probably have a problem if I wanted to go out every weekend. Though I wouldn’t ’cause I can’t afford it and I don’t have the energy, lol) so I decided to go for it!
First my friends and I were going to go to a gay club and get our dance on. Then my friend S’ sister stole her credit card and laptop because she borrowed her space heater. Most excellent. And that, my dears, is how we ended up at the Irish pub.
When we first got there, it was a bunch of old people. It didn’t bother me, though ’cause I was high as a kite and lovin’ life. Seriously, the whole night I was so happy. Friend E kept laughing at me ’cause I kept saying over and over, I’m just so happy guys! This is the best! 
While there, some pictures were taken & after the cut are the 3 that I am in. I put green hearts over my friends’ faces in case they don’t want them up on the internets. Can you see my bloodshot eyes? In the last picture I’m smiling really big & Andy goes, “Why do you have that fake smile?” to which I replied, “Oh no, that’s totally real. I was so happy!” 
