For the first time in a freaking millenium, I went out with the sole purpose of getting drunk. And unless you count 3 pints of Kilkenny and a shot of Jameson as drunk, I utterly failed. Holy Christ did I fail.
Now I'm at home still trying to achieve my goal. Hold up your end, Heineken. The important part was that the place I went to--Trader Vic's--was so fucking cheeseball that I instantly got 2-3 ideas for good blog posts. Those are soon to follow.
Hope you are doing well. Or at the very least, I hope you aren't dead yet. Here's to not being dead.
Now I'm at home still trying to achieve my goal. Hold up your end, Heineken. The important part was that the place I went to--Trader Vic's--was so fucking cheeseball that I instantly got 2-3 ideas for good blog posts. Those are soon to follow.
Hope you are doing well. Or at the very least, I hope you aren't dead yet. Here's to not being dead.
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