Polo's Sunday Funday

Where's Angela? That was the question of the hour, actually the last 45 minutes b/c that's how long it actualy took to figure out that our tall amazonian friend had been missing. I mean it was 2$ bud light bottles and 2$ cherry bombs for christ sake, we were just a little 3 sheets to the wind by now. Plus my throat was gone from screaming for the boys doing there promised N'SYNC karoke number on stage 20 minutes ago and to top that off getting my much promised lapdance from Dan the man, which i must say, was as disapointing as i thought it would be, even though according to him, " You know it will turn you striaght." Ha, what a comedian! All the while he was attempting to perform while Ronnie sarinaded us with Britney Spear's " I'm a slave for you" What can i say, F'in priceless!! Anyways, after all that excitement died down we made our way outside for a quick cancer stick break. And this is when i had a moment of clarity....Where in the world is Angela W? After we all stood there blankly staring at each other for a good second, Ronnie was the first to pipe up thinking she may have been in the pisser and after a quick gander around i noted that he may have a point and made my way to the ladies room. After a thorough search which include me popping my head in for about 6 secs b/c the smell alone made me want to go missing as well, i noted that there was no tall blonde in sight and made my way back out to the patio to report my results. Oh well, was the original concensis, since this wasn't anything new when it comes to our fearless female friend. She often likes to take random brisk walks to nowhere when she is wasted among other things which is why what happened next was no surprise. So we are all standing there enjoying our lovely beverages when this random man walks up outside the fence. "Anyone here know a tall blond woman?" I was feeling like a smartass around this time so i piped up with, " Ya i think i know a couple of them." The guy continued on, " Well your friend is passed out between two cars in the parking lot." Me and Ronnie just rolled our eyes and started for the lot knowing full well we had just found our missing person and could call off the Abbey Alert. Low and behold lying in between the cars in a puddle of her own piss mind you, was our darling friend Angela. It seems our dear friend had decided to use the parking lot as a toilet and in doing so fell mid stream while popping a squat. So we helped her up careful not to touch the urine all over her jeans that was obvious to everyone around, put a towel on the back seat of Ronnie's car, and layed her down on it. Hell Ronnie still had one song to perform and he couldn't let down his fans so we bailed back into the bar for one last round before last call. Well you see, to Angela, she wasn't having any of this. No, she comes walking through the front doors piss on her pants and all. Now this not only brought attention to her but on us so we politely acted like we didn't know what was going on and peaced out quickly. So the night had finally came to an end and we were heading on the road again to our lovely aboads. Then as Angela was climbing in the back seat she casually vomited all over. There's nothing like the smell of piss and vomit mixed on the leather seats with summer heat to end a great night of drinking. You got to love Sunday Fundays!