5/18
too much whiskey, too much whiskey. it just kept coming! chris came out to have fun and his company was very much enjoyed. i sang two joan jett songs. our table was stolen by a bunch of white ball caps and green sequins. someone bought me a shot of whiskey with a pickle juice chaser. i secretly like pickle juice, which i guess is no longer a secret.
5 comments:
Gross!
the pickle is out of the bag.
That sentence is even grosser.
haha! i was going to say: that sentence could easily be misconstrued, vanessa.
and by grosser, I sure hope chris actually means AWESOME.
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