Cocktail flu
Here is what I did after drinking too many cucumber and gin thingies with Dana at Solstice last night:
1. Knocked a full glass of water into the open drawer of my lovely antique wooden nightstand.
2. Flipped a bowl of beans and rice into an open kitchen drawer filled with silverware.
3. Knocked over a full glass of water directly onto my cell phone.
4. Clung to a wall.
5. Texted my friend Megan, "I just really hate the word panties." I really do hate that word. Why did I need to tell her at that particular moment, though?
6. Went to bed and dreamt of almond pate de fruits, icy cold glasses of water, and wading through a clear, shallow lake while having a conversation with a small langoustine-like creature with fluffy red hair.
1. Knocked a full glass of water into the open drawer of my lovely antique wooden nightstand.
2. Flipped a bowl of beans and rice into an open kitchen drawer filled with silverware.
3. Knocked over a full glass of water directly onto my cell phone.
4. Clung to a wall.
5. Texted my friend Megan, "I just really hate the word panties." I really do hate that word. Why did I need to tell her at that particular moment, though?
6. Went to bed and dreamt of almond pate de fruits, icy cold glasses of water, and wading through a clear, shallow lake while having a conversation with a small langoustine-like creature with fluffy red hair.





















4 Comments:
Heh, that is very funny. And, I too hate the word "panties."
I third the dislike of "panties." Is this a widespread phenomenon?
I think it must be. It's just so infantilizing.
My Dear, I just adore the word "panties"...
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