I shouldn't have eaten those eggs (my fart smells like sulfur)

Sometimes all you need is a good weekend with friends and that's exactly what I had. My friend from high school made the trek from the hood of Detroit with her boyfriend to spend the extended weekend back at home.  Rightfully so they spent much of their time with moi. We began the weekend by drinking a few bottles of wine and discussing the fact that my dad thinks I'm lonely and need to find a MAN to rely on...or be able to rely on. I'm pretty sure he thinks that I am a wine drinking, bathtub crying, bitter toward men, single girl. Awesome. So we got a bit tipsy and obviously utillized Facebook up the wazoo...to tag ourselves with our amazing quotes, or to tag random people in order to get them to recognize us (ahem). The next day resulted in going to a coffee shop...hold the whip, skip the breakfast....DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY POINTS YOU'RE CONSUMING? Friday evening clearly meant attempt at bowling which is best done in a small town. My friend's boyfriend is the male version of myself (I'd like to say a bit more neurotic..but I'm not so sure anyone else would agree with that statement). He is not familiar with small towns so he was enthralled with this bowling alley and the food options they had...STEAK SEASONED WITH COFFEE? The owner was quite annoyed we wanted to bowl (IT HAD BEEN A LONG DAY OKAY?)...uhh it's 10 PM...so we drank our drinks fast and traveled across the street to . the other bar. Not much better luck there...horrible 19 year old bartender (probably what was wrong right there...SHE WAS 19)...who did not know what a DOUBLE TALL meant for a drink. "What's that mean...like more alcohol??" Which resulted in us having a quadruple drink...aka with rail whiskey and fleischmanns....VOMIT. We slammed them expecting to get out of there as quick as we could because it seemed to be a high school reunion that we were not invited to. As we were attempting to leave...someone recognized me. Awesome. Of course. I worked with you in high school? You've been to my house? Oh now I remember. Oh and you're buying us a  drink? Thank you. Guess we're stayin a while. Guess I'm accidently going into the boys bathroom instead of the girls. Guess my friend fell up the stairs. Guess it's time to go home. Saturday. Hungover. Big plans to open a bar over breakfast. Great idea...we'll name it Sisters (after my friend's boyfriend and I...because we call each other Sisters).We're supposed to go to dinner and get that great coffee steak at that bowling alley and visit our friend that bought us drinks..because he's working! Shoot...we're   poor and too old go out two nights in a row. So we made Mexican and watched a movie and drank wine! I love my friends and weekends just like these. Next weekend I am making the trek over to the hood of Detroit (but not really the hood)...and can only hope for even better stories!