Roz's Forte

3 shots of grapefruit vodka... Roz is revving up. After a failed attempt to scrape up a posse to join her out tonight, gal pal #1 comes to the rescue. And off they dash out to the Court Tavern. Risk Relay is playing and that is at the top of her agenda. At the Court gal pal #1 doesn't want to go downstairs to see the band (what!) (some boy drama). So Roz has to bounce back and forth, up and down, which way and side a way, whatever. Risk Relay are a very talented bunch of guys they seem to always pack the house. Roz barely saw a full set before she ran into a friend and was whisked off to the Old Bay (we'll call this friend gal pal #5). So Roz and gal pals #1 and #5 are at an extremely crowded Old Bay -some band is jamming like crazy. The band normally would not be Roz's forte but she was now on her 6th or 7th vodka & tonic (who knows how many shots), she was feeling the band. Last call... where is the after party? Roz, gal pal #1, gal pal #5, a few friends, and some guy Roz picked up (We'll call him strange guy #1) headed to the after party. The party was super jam packed Roz whittled her way to the kitchen, "the gas is on", Roz announced to a kitchen full of drunks, "what do you mean", someone said. Roz reached for the stove dial to turn it off. Roz was praised by several tenants and she became Mayor of Kitchen. Out of beer. Roz and her new found posse planned their next move. Roz and strange guy #1 -made the beer run, while the others set up camp somewhere else. Roz phoned gal pal #1 to find the new party location, but she didn't answer (what!). So Roz and strange guy #1 decided to take the beers and go back to her place (make out time!), just as Roz arrived at her place gal pal #1 called back (interception) (or cock blockin', whatever). At after party number 2, Roz tried to force down a beer. Then Roz took a nap (passed out) on the couch. Roz woke up around 8am (or was it 9) she's crazy... sometimes I think she suffers from drunken narcolepsy.