Spent yesterday evening engaged in a bit of manual labor with friends over pizza and wine. Ended evening by spilling beans about totally shameful one-night-stand involving mutual friend. Mistake? Nah.
Funny thing is, feel much better. It’s a strange phenomenon, really, that feel somewhat absolved of drunken error by having handful of friends to share the shame with. Don’t exactly want it to be common knowledge, but truthfully, seems so much less of a v. dirty secret now.
Have set lunch date with IRB tomorrow. And honestly, do not want to be having lunch. No, indeed. Instead, want to be right back in stinky cab, drunkenly inching closer and closer, wondering if it’s just a bad idea even though we really want to, and…
Oh god. Must get mind back on work. But god, did he smell good.
do declare…am owed email. STAT.
Drunken confessions are the best! Good thing I don’t drink around my parents.
Lunch doesn’t have to be bad. Take a loooong lunch and see what happens!
Oooh. Interesting.
VEDDY Interesting.
Oooh. Interesting.
VEDDY Interesting.
Why don’t I leave that lame comment one MORE time on your site.
Drunk confessions are often the best, as long as you remember making them. I often confess when I’m drunk then don’t remember doing it in the am. Often I get I can’t believe you didn’t tell me before about blah blah. To which I reply..wha?? How do you know about that? Then am told, you told me when you were drunk last night. That’s a big oops.
hookin up with friends! yeah!
Spicy! Good friends make everything better.
still awaiting my v. juicy email. …ahem…
Cab rides with sexy boys… yummy!
OK, i’m officially declaring for the “Totally Lost Party”.
Oh wait … duh … Amidala-panty-spotter got lucky? Speaking sheerly for myself, i would need the full monty as well, if i’d spotted said underwear. Although some of the stories concerning Anikin …
Bleah, who cares? she’s hot.
This assumption is probably WAY wide, and i hereby declare the Totally-Lost-Partys official mascot to be that blind newt at the bottom of the Pacific.