We did that, and didn't get there until after 1 a.m. Yep, we were STARTING the party at 1 a.m.
I played a little Naked Lady Game with Shawn and played pool veryvery badly. I need to get back into practice. I was way ahead of Neal and then simply couldn't sink a shot. This one guy at the bar couldn't stop talking about it.
BarGuy: "You lost?"
Me: "Yeah."
BarGuy: "I can't believe you lost."
Me: "Well, I'm out of practice."
BarGuy: "Yeah, but you were like 5 balls ahead the last time I looked, and now you say you lost?"
Me: "Yeeeeesssss."
BarGuy: "How did you lose?"
The next thing I know, this short woman comes running over, says a few sharp words I can't make out to Bar Guy, and runs back across the room.
BarGuy (gravely): "I have a VERY jealous wife."
Me: "You know what? I'm going to face that way now. OK? OK."
Shawn, Neal and I danced till almost 4 a.m. Neal and I slept late Saturday... me later than him, because when I woke up, he was reading beside me.
Neal: "Morning."
Me (still half asleep): "Good morning."
Neal: (looking out window): "Did you move our cars?"
I prop up on one elbow and look out the window. Instead of being in the driveway, like they usually are, Neal's and my cars are parked across the street in a neat little line.
Me (rubbing my eyes): "No... did you?"
Neal: "Well, who moved our cars then?"
Me: "I don't know! I just woke up."
Neal: "You really didn't move them?"
Me: "No. I've been alseep."
Neal: "Are you kidding me?"
Me: "No! This is so weird."
Neal: "Really."
Me: "Hmmm."
Neal: "Hmmm."
Me: "You really didn't move them?"
Neal: "WELL, OF COURSE I MOVED THEM! HOW THE HELL DO YOU THINK THEY GOT ACROSS THE STREET?!"
Me (as Neal laughs like a man just freed from the funny farm): "Oh, my God. I just woke up 2 and a half minutes ago, and I already feel like poking you in the eye."
He got me. Really good.
But when we went swimming later, and I was trying to stand on his shoulders, I accidentally jammed my foot into his package on the second try, and then kneed him in the back of the head on the third attempt.
Karma's a bitch.
P.S. We got it on the fourth try. No one applauded, though. Losers.
