Hey y'all. Ro here. First, I'd like to introduce my fellow bloggers, for now let's call them A, B and C. Yeah, I get how that sounds, but it's not my fault these bitches have to be in alphabetical order!

A is your typical type A. She's adorabel, but definitely a clean freak. Young professional to the core, but give her tequila and it's all over.


B is happy to meet everyone. Day B is a medical professional, but after work B wants to talk to everyone...especially if you're in a band.


C is a super creative type, but way nice and not into herself. People love her, even when she leasts expects it.


Me? Well that's a whole other story. I'm accommodating and nice to my friends, but snarky and judgmental when it's "called for". I guess that's the type in PR and marketing.


So here's the deal. We like to drink. We're funny, but even more so when drinking. But....maybe we all think that 'cause we have been drinking! Needless to say, as a social experiment we're gonna blog and see what happens, embarrassing or not, it's fucking on. Did I mention I swear like a sailor? Probably worse than any of the other girls, but meh, I'm very metropolitan. :)


Well, I could continue to write, as I'm approaching three sheets to the wind, but I should sign off and let the others weigh in.


We are, however, considering a rule where we have to say, on a scale of "one to five beers" how far gone we are - what do y'all think?


Signing off, but as this night goes on with the ladies, I may have to write more! C'est la vie.
XoXo
Ro