Fayette Fun Day - Part Deux

Another Fayette Fun Day has come and gone. Another group of girls at a Fayette bar has called us bitches. Whatev.

We had a great time during this Fayette Fun Day even though half our crew was MIA. Jenna, Nicole, and I had a blast in downtown Boonville. We ate, we shopped, and we drank. Does it get better than that? We had lots of fun finds and we almost lost Jenna in the antique mall. Lot's of great ideas (and some not so great ideas that made us laugh our asses off) for stocking stuffers at this year's Christmas party, so watch out girls!

For our evening festivities, we went to Emmet's for dinner. Delicious as always! The really "fun" part of the night was going out to Fayette's bars (I'm still excited that we can use that plurally instead of just talking about the only bar in town!). We hit up the Brickhouse first. It was ok, until we realized that this old (I'm talking like my grandparents' age) drunk guy had been talking to us for the previous ten minutes.

When we finally listened to what he said, he told us that we talked too much. Sir, this is an A and B conversation, so C your way out! He was relentless. He wanted someone to dance with him. I told him I would dance with him, but this song was lame. He said how about some Hank or Hank Jr.? I said, put it on the jukebox and I'll dance with you when it comes on (knowing that I just saw a line of ten people putting money in the jukebox). Guess what came on next? Yep. So I got out there and spun him around and then I was done. But he still wouldn't shut up. He ended up falling down and almost knocking Jenna out of her chair, so we left.

We went to Hawgs and Heifers next. I wasn't big on going there, but we didn't have any options if we wanted to stay out. We went and had a pitcher and watched UFC fights. Nicole loved it. I think she started training for her next fight today. ;) It was pretty lame. We left after just 30 minutes or so. As the door was closing behind us, some girls shouted, "Bye bitches!"

Whoa. Let's think about this for a minute. We come in, we buy our drinks, we mind our own business, and that makes us bitches? I don't think so.

Apparently, the dress code for the night was cootchie cutter shorts and too-tight tank tops with your fat hanging out the side. Sorry, I didn't get the memo.

I was embarrassed. This is the second time my friends from home have come up and been called bitches by some trashy college girls for nothing. Don't get me wrong, sometimes we do deserve to be called names, but not on these occasions. I wanted to march back in there and show that little tramp what a bitch I could really be, but we were already outside. And I didn't want any unnecessary drama.

However, if I ever see that white trash hoochie again, I will show her what a bitch looks like.

All in all, it was a fun weekend and I can't wait for Christmas to see all of my girls!