I guess I didn't realize it was a sports bar that I was meeting guys at ( ie. only comments will be sports comments until gals come.) I also did not realize that when the boyfriend said to change at home out of my "other costume" after a monster mash and dash AZRR 5k, he did NOT mean for me to change into my purchased costume making me look like a baby prostitute. Needless to say, some impressionable young children watching the last world series game are in shock and I can never show my face to RTO's again. So long, no amounts of good hard cider could get this light weight drunk fast enough to block out the poor fried food and embarrasement.