1 tini, 2 tini, 3 tini, More!

Can’t say I remember much after the 4th appletini besides my impromptu shopping expedition, but I know damn well next time my max is 2 and eating a bit more throughout the night than a hot pretzel, personal pizza, French fries and talking it up with a married Mormon. At least there wasn’t a line for any of the ladies rooms that I visited that night, for once! And the train ride home was exciting, it actually kept me awake knowing that the next cast of Jersey Shore “Juniors” was aboard with spandex leggings, a token ‘just jack’, trash mouths but they were missing a token ‘hottie’.