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OMG!
Seymour Sigmund has officially declared Sharkeez to be the devil and I am inclined to agree. Last night was OUT OF CONTROL! I was all revelry and mayhem in four and a half inch heels.
You guys.
You guys!!
I got kicked out of the bar for excessive drunkeness. The hinge in my knees came loose and me and the ground were really interested in getting to know one another. I NEVER get that drunk. NEVER EVER EVER! I still don't know how that happened. I woke up at 5.30 this morning on Seymour Sigmund's couch and was all "What happened?" The tales are rolling in, but the most mortifying part of it all was that I had to be carried out. WTF?! I am TOO OLD for that shit. Not to mention that I KNOW better. And sadly, I don't remember if I had a good time. I think I did. The pictures all point to the yes on that, but ... my memory is all swiss cheese.
Of course, there was mucho alcohol. I remember three Palomas at the house (tasty), then double-damned Shark Attacks at the bar, two Captain and Coke's, a beer, and a Kamikazee shot (the last thing I remember about the night). Holy Cow! No wonder it's all a blur. The question probably shouldn't be what happened, rather it should be what the hell was I thinking.
Seriously.
Look at those eyes.
Out of Control
But I guess, at least, I was cute. ;0)
Seymour Sigmund has officially declared Sharkeez to be the devil and I am inclined to agree. Last night was OUT OF CONTROL! I was all revelry and mayhem in four and a half inch heels.
You guys.
You guys!!
I got kicked out of the bar for excessive drunkeness. The hinge in my knees came loose and me and the ground were really interested in getting to know one another. I NEVER get that drunk. NEVER EVER EVER! I still don't know how that happened. I woke up at 5.30 this morning on Seymour Sigmund's couch and was all "What happened?" The tales are rolling in, but the most mortifying part of it all was that I had to be carried out. WTF?! I am TOO OLD for that shit. Not to mention that I KNOW better. And sadly, I don't remember if I had a good time. I think I did. The pictures all point to the yes on that, but ... my memory is all swiss cheese.
Of course, there was mucho alcohol. I remember three Palomas at the house (tasty), then double-damned Shark Attacks at the bar, two Captain and Coke's, a beer, and a Kamikazee shot (the last thing I remember about the night). Holy Cow! No wonder it's all a blur. The question probably shouldn't be what happened, rather it should be what the hell was I thinking.
Seriously.
Look at those eyes.
Out of Control
But I guess, at least, I was cute. ;0)
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