Running very late due to rush hour traffic and being stopped for speeding, I finally arrived after some four hours travelling at the Pizza Hut in Peoria, IL, to meet Foam Pants and Vagetarian. I was sure they'd left already, due to my tardiness.

Their warm smiles calmed my frazzled nerves and told me everything was going to be alright. Hugs cemented the deal.

Deciding that Pizza Hut was less than satisfactory an eating establishment for us, Vage asked the waitress what and where were some classy joints in Peoria. Satisfied with one recommendation, we toddled off in Vage's rented automobile.

We were already laughing by the time we got there. It was a nice place, with a jazz trio playing too loudly for us to hear each other. We managed, somehow, to be heard. We all ordered ridiculously expensive, yet incredibly delicious meals. Vage ordered a lovely wine, convinced that he'd get me to drink some. He soon learned how picky, and how stubborn, I am.

Foamy's face began blushing almost instantly after beginning her drink, and our laughs roared over the music. We enjoyed dessert, and dessert wine, which Vage insisted on me at least tasting, rending a sneer from me at first sip, of course.

Satisfied and happy, but not ready to call it a night following our long drives to see each other, we asked the waiter for tips on where to go. At his suggestion, we left the establishment after Vage generously paid check.

Wondering what the smell and sound was, Vage realized he'd been driving with the parking break on. Good thing it wasn't HIS car!

We settled in a comfy booth at the club, where I ordered a Sprite, Vage a Pair of Titties (the flirty blonde waitress suggested it), and Foam a Honey Brown. Soon, Foam had Vage's Titties and Vage Foam's Honey. They both got exceedinly innebriated, and we all spent the evening in fits of laughter.

Finally, the long drive looming ahead in the dead of night, we decided to call it a night. Vage drove us all back (parking break off) to the Pizza Hut to retrieve our cars. We could see down the road at the expressway ramps a roadblock was set up. It was Memorial Day weekend, meaning lots of drunkards would be on the road, and the police were checking. Knowing full well Vage and Foamy wouldn't get passed, we all sat around in the parking lot, chatting some more.

Finally spent and able to stay no longer, I, who'd not had more than the tiniest of sips of alcohol, sadly had to bid adieu. Needless to say, I drove the speed limit the entire way home.