Adventures in Designated Driving

I have been meaning to write this blog for a week now. Last Friday night I was the "DD" (designated driver) for my brother and his friend. My brother's other friends are in a band and were playing in Dallas at Trees. Oh what a night....

When we got to the club I was behind my brother in line...he went in and I stepped up to the bouncer guy...he said, "I'm gonna need to see your ID." I started laughing and said, "I am his older sister" as I pointed to my brother ahead of me. The guy looked at me, laughed, and said, "Yeah...sure." Anyway...that was pretty funny.

Once we were in I realized quite quickly that I did not fit in. First...I had no random body parts sticking out of my clothing. Second...I wasn't pierced or tattooed. Last...I wasn't drinking or smoking. Anyway...it was quite loud and the 2 or 3 bands previous to the one we were there to see were completely horrible.

As the night went on the beer was flowing and my brother was buying for everyone. When we were finally leaving and he tabbed out I knew he must have payed a fortune. Needless to say my brother definetly needed a DD. It is hard to guide an extremely drunk person to a car many blocks away. He is a happy drunk...a loud happy drunk. He also has coordination problems...he dropped lots of ciggarets as we made our way to the car.

When I finally got home at 3:00am I immediately stripped and took a shower...when I got out I still smelled like an ashtray. LOL...the night was fun...haven't been to a club in years and years. Of course...I now understand why my brother doesn't let me party with him too often... :)