  Friday night I went home to help my mom and get ready for Saturday. I was met by a call from Leah as my mom and I were heading out to P-town for some dinner.
{I had a hummus sandwich, yum yum} When I got back home, Leah and I decided to meet up at the Seadog. Not my favorite place in the world {thats cause the food kinda sucks, appetizers are ok, and drinks are good. } But I was not hungry, so the Seadog was fine enough for me. I met her there and to my suprise, and excitement, it was Karaoke night.
I now had a mission: get Leah drunk and drag her up to do karaoke with me. I have never done karaoke before, but I've wanted to try it and with a few drinks, I'm sure it would be easy to get me up there; especially if I had someone to sing with. But Leah was not having any of it. She gave me a stern "absolutely not" look. The kind of look you get from your mom as a kid when you are about to jump on the bed. I told her I would order Tequila shot, and was shot an even stronger "absolutely not" look. She had sangria which was HUGE, and I had an Appletini.
We saw a ton of people we recognized from high school but never made it up to sing. I failed my mission. But I will not give up. We ended the night having hot fudge sunday's and left when this awful guy got up to sing another sad, slow, bad song for the THIRD time. 
