Okay, I will 'fess up. Sometimes my husband has to come and drag me away from the bars. I usually manage to get in several shots before he finally pulls me away. This particular hang-out has several leaning posts and railings to support me so I don't believe I embarrassed myself too much. Once while trying to leave I slid right down the pole and landed on my derriere in front of all the regulars. This last time I climbed on a stool for my last shot, but I don't think anyone was too offended. DH refused to hang around with me any longer, but I arrived home on a definite high anyway. The regulars at the bar are such a gang of little monkeys! They occasionally like to play a round of tag and are really good chasers. Just don't ever say 'bottoms up' or 'here's mud in your eye'!
So I've set out a few shots here for you too. Partake if you will. Let me know if they do it for you or not.