Last weekend was a great little weekend in Baltimore.  Friday night, my friend Kirby had her birthday party at The Stalking Horse in Federal Hill.  (Side story: Joel does not like this bar because it has neon lights, plays trendy music, and attracts drunk girls and guy with tight tee shirts…so he decided to tell me it was a gay bar so we didn’t have to go in.  This was months ago.  I’ve had to endure teasing for months because of this.)  Anyways…all I wanted to do was hear Ke$ha and as soon as I walk in, BAM.  I saw most of the new friends that I’ve made in Baltimore, we had the top floor all to ourselves, we drank redbull and vodka slurpees all night, and Lindsey Burns came!  It was a supurb night.

Saturday night, I went on a boat ride out of the harbor for my friend Kelley and her man Adam’s birthdays.  It was a BLAST.  Everything was going well, Joel was showing off his social skills and we were having a great time.  I started feeling like a Real Housewife of some city or county until we started playing games and next thing you know, I’m shotgunning a beer over a trash can and taking jello shots.  See below.  Moral of the story—I should never be on TV.