Fun times! I think…
Grape (wine house)+ Strip (bar/steakhouse) + Friends house + Companions = Good times.
I would talk about what happened, but I feel good all over right now so…I don’t really want to.
Couple of things though:
The movie Step Up makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.
I was sleepy, but alcohol has a way of making you not sleepy.
Tipsy texting will probably make no sense sometime tomorrow.
I’m thirsty. :
How do they expect inebriated people to add numbers on receipts?
Note to self: When considering a BMW make sure it’s 6+ series…and don’t get wood paneling.
I can’t feel my nose.
I also can’t really focus on text so excuse spelling errors.
Friends of ex’s are really excellent people! I like them a lot! We should be friends…without the ex because he’s lame. I’m sorry I’m mean! I don’t really mean it…
Actually, the ex is not lame. He’s just a regular person to me now which is a vast improvement over the last time I saw him and I wanted him willingly. Somehow a wedding band turns off certain types of attraction…
Alcohol is a truth serum.
Stuff.
Aight. I’m falling into bed now.
Right after I drink this gatorade…
