It’s been 12 minutes since my last drink. And it, my friends, was a blonde headed slut. Not like many of my friends who have blonde hair and sleep with a lot of dudes. Or maybe ladies. But more like a redheaded slut (again having nothing to do with The General, The Cuz, or any other redhead I know), except minus the cranberry juice and add pineapple juice instead.
I missed the Red Dragon. I’m not sure what I missed about it. The douchey crowd, the expensive (and very strong) drinks, or perhaps the ladies room, where you never know what might happen. Last time we were there, some tall drink of water almost punched me in head because I was trying to pick up her lip gloss off the floor. I’m not kidding. It happened.
The worst that happened tonight in said ladies room? Jenni and I had didn’t have toilet paper. So we wiggled it dry. I don’t know how effective that was.
Maybe I’ll go shower.