Way Back Wednesday!

Introducing…. Way back Wednesday! (Check out the link to learn more about this fun mini series!) You’ve heard of shout out Sunday and throwback Thursday… But I like Wednesday. It’s a cool day. What day is it?! Hump day!!! So this is a mini post about a funny story recalled from my past and this one is shared with my friend Cassie. Cassie is a mom (hey hot mama!!) and a bartender. She’s super sassy and I dig her a lot. But when we go out, two pretty girls get attention. However, we can make a man look dumb as fuck and I love it.

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(Meet the way gorgeous Cassie <3)

So this story is brought to you by Wings Bar and Grille. Wings has an inside bar and outside patio bar. It’s a hole in the wall, but a hotspot for the area it’s located in. I “dated” (and I use that term lightly) a bartender there so I spent many a night hanging out at Wings. You don’t have to remind me how cool I am, I already know. Anyway, Cassie joined me this night and we’re having a great time. Hell yeah, shots! And then… We’re surrounded. Way drunk dudes trying to mack and it’s     just     not     cute. So Cassie and I had just gotten off work, and we’re still in uniform and to be honest, still a little dirty from the day. But I have tattoos that are supposed to be covered at work, that were currently showing.

*Let me just insert, my tattoos are mainly for myself and if you compliment them, that’s cool. But do not try to use your shitty tribal work to impress me. I’ve spent a lot of $$ on the tattoos I have now and your basement work isn’t the best I’ve ever seen. End rant.*

So this guy is showing me his tattoos, and I can’t remember if it was a tribal piece or a sun or what it was. But it was old and needed touched up, and he was just really annoying us. So my clever little Cassie realized she had black on her finger from a dry erase marker. When the dude wouldn’t shut up, she rubbed her finger on his tattoo. Keep in mind, he’s drunk and so are his buddies. She showed him her finger and within two minutes we had this guy convinced that his tattoo was rubbing off and that we didn’t believe it was real. Finally…. FINALLY…. Dude gets the hint and walks down the bar and away from us. The night was chill again, and we laughed it off.

Then all of the events of the evening were topped off by what we saw next. This guy is surrounded by his friends, all licking their fingers and rubbing his tattoos. I’m pretty sure he was emotionally disturbed by what happened. And we died. What a fucking  tool!

Guys, just don’t. Learn body language, use smoke signals, whatever it takes for you to get it through your thick skulls that not every girl at the bar wants you to hit on them. And once you learn that while you’re sober, learn the signs when you’re drunk as a skunk. Don’t make me or Cassie have to make you look like a complete fucking idiot. Because we aren’t sassy just because, and definitely are not afraid to do so. 😉

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Thank you, my beautiful friend Cassie, for partying the nights away with me.


“It helps if you remember that everyone is doing their best from their level of consciousness.” – Deepak Chopra

…is drunk a level of consciousness…? Haha!!
Peace Out Dudes.


Did I really just start a blog?

Hey Kids… I guess it’s time to get this shit started.

Welcome to Sassy stories with Karamazing… of course I am Karamazing and we’re about to get really close. Cuddle up and get comfy…
(I should introduce sultry radio shows on Sirius)

So I’ve been toying with this idea about my blog and how I want it to exist in this world. I want to write the crappy bar experiences I have and give something to the other single ladies out there to relate to. But I have a different single lady in mind. The kind of woman who is or wants to be fully okay with being alone. It’s not that bad on this side of the fence. You get to do whatever the fuck you want, whenever you want.

Okay, so this kind of limits me. 

Not only do I want single ladies to relate to my stories of all things drunken bar hangs, but I also want the Hot Mama’s out there to relate as well. So I don’t have kids (the world is lucky for that right now) but I have a few friends who do. And I’ve talked to them about this bar blog, and I want to share their stories of single mom awkward bar conversations. Before you tell me that a mom should not be at the bar… ALL LADIES DESERVE TO HAVE FUN. As long as their kid isn’t in the car while their taking shots, and they are with a responsible adult, every mommy gets at least one night off.

So feel free to hang out here for a minute, and check out the latest experiences. Leave comments of questions, concerns, and advice. All thoughts are welcome. Almost all thoughts are welcome. If you’re going to be close minded and well just a fucking meany, take that shit to a blog about Oprah. Did you know she makes $10 a second.? Fact. Be rude about her life, because she doesn’t NEED $10 a second. Nobody does.

Wooooosaaaaa. Think Shots.

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(Remember that one time someone bought me a shot of Bacardi 151 as a birthday gift?)

Alright, so this is a good start, I’m excited. But I did work a long day today, and just need to go eat some food and take a shot or two. Hopefully (no, for sure) something weird will happen and you can check back in a bit for awesome stories from this little ball of sassy. Oh, and cut me some slack while I get this blog built and cool looking. Any wordpress support out there is also welcome!! 🙂

One other thing… Motivational quotes are what have gotten me through a lot of annoying and depressing nights. So I’d like to try and share one with you every post I have.
“Be Kind… For everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”

Later Gators.