What a little red bull and vodka will do

So everyone has one of those nights. THE night. where you go out on a hot date. and don't mean to, but somehow you end up totally trashed and trying to make the guy kiss a crawfish. sound totally random? well, that I totally am.

In my previous job, I was in sales. And worked with some of my most favorite bars in the city. As a result, I ended up getting to know an owner who invited me and my friends to a party and introduced me to a friend of his. The guy was older. Well into his 30's and seemingly too old for this belle. So when asked, I gave my number and wrote him off. He called monday to remind me of an appointment I had made with his friend and bar owner. Owing him big time, I agreed to go out to dinner with him that wednesday. I went, it was fun. more fun than I had ever expected, but hey! I like older men. Cause men are like wine. They get better with age. but not too much age.

So he called and asked me out again for friday. Man! was this guy on top of his game! no 3 day rule... just simple dating- as it should be. So I agreed. And as in normal Belle daily life, I purchased vino and when he came to pick me up, we drank. and drank. and drank. and somehow made it later to dinner after our reservations and I ordered some crawfish pasta that came with a decorative crawfish- which I vividly remember trying to get him to kiss. And then we went to the bar where everyone knows his name- and my client. And what do I do? drink red bull and vodka. A LOT of red bull and vodka. now, I must explain that this makes me hyper and CRAZY. like circus crazy. and I kept drinking. and next thing you know, I am giving a lap dance. IN THE BAR. and making out. and his friends are watching. and some lady tells us to get a room. and trying to undo his pants at the bar cause it seemed funny at the time.

Needless to say, I can't go back to the bar, even though its been over a year since that night. And having spoken with him recently, its funny how I look back on that night. I am so in control. top of my game 100% during the week. and on one night, I totally released the inner partier in me and it was fun. I always feel embarassed when I wake up the next morning and realize that I was out of control. Like I am a shame to all career oriented 20 somethings. but these are the crazy nights that make you laugh out loud when you are driving to work, stuck in traffic and a stuffy suit, and you suddenly hear a song or have a flashback that reminds you of the night in question. Those are the nights you replay in your mind over and over because while you got out of control and a little indecent, you had fun. And most of us dont have enough fun in life. we are too busy with work, school, family, or other obligations that we feel strapped to in society. so where is the happy medium? how can we be crazy and have fun on a regular basis while remaining in control? I am still trying to figure that out and every now and then, a little red bull and vodka helps.