HOW TO NOT GET HIT ON AT A BAR

So I'm going to share this with you. Let's hope you find as much humor in it as I do. For those of you who know me, I went to school at Texas Tech. Austin was not a place that had a positive image in my head. Guns up…yeah whatever. I now know that God was protecting me from Austin when I was 18 and deciding which college to attend. He knew that if I went to Austin, I would of failed out of college and never left. Austin is by far the best city in Texas. My brother left for NYC today so my mom, him and I all went on a road trip for our final farewell. Since I work the night shift my drinking has cut down quite a bit, some would call me a light weight. Our night started at this bar with a fun band playing live music. The main singer was quite interactive with his crowd so even though we knew none of the songs I couldn't help but enjoy it. There was even a time when he gave everyone red spoons to throw. However, mine ended up on my nose which I was quite proud of. We took a pedicab to the next place and if you haven't taken one of those I highly suggest it. We lucked out and ours had an iPod plus an awesome driver. As she blasted Taylor Swifts new song Shake It Off, we danced through the streets of Austin collecting other pedicabs. By the time we arrived we had about five of them dancing uncontrollably. Next, at our new destination I demanded everyone did Irish car bombs with me since those are my favorite. TARABLE IDEA! Thank you car bomb for sending me over the edge. Goodbye Tara. We then found a jukebox for some Michael Jackson and Blackstreet. Suddenly, there they were the TARABLE dance moves took over my body. At this point my only priority was dancing. While at the bar I vaguely remember holding my drink high as can be over my head and the next thing I know it was gone. Like a magician had magically made it disappear. Confused, I managed to keep dancing until I realized some guy was yelling at me. It was a bouncer, he had a broom in his hands but because of the music and my mental state all I heard was mumbling. My brother runs to my rescue and says, "Do not yell at her. Tara why are you standing in a puddle with glass?" I then realize it was my drink. Had I really just dropped it? Kenneth then says, "Oh my God was that YOUR drink?" Ashamed and not wanting to admit it, I nodded and had officially been cut off for the night.  Now the best part would be what happens next. Above me on the ceiling there were neon inflatable inner tubes. LIGHTBULLLLB! I was tired of being pushed around like a bumper car,  so I snatched one and placed it around my waist. It was perfect!!! No one could get close to me because I had a huge inflatable tube around my waist. I could dance and not a single person could dance on me. It was like I created a personal bubble. Additionally, if someone was too close for my liking, I would just bump them out of my way. Many others caught on and soon the dance floor looked like a giant pool party. The inner tube was taken away from me shortly after, but what a fabulous trend. So girls or guys if you don't want a bunch of randos dancing all on ya, take your floaties to the bar!

XOXO, Tara