Posted by: Elyse
yeah soooo tonight i did my usual stint, which includes me sitting alone at the bar for an extended period of time. I personally have no problem with sitting alone at the bar, in fact I find it rather empowering. Only because you guys dont know my drunk antics. And first of all, despite my gross age (25), I still get REAL hammered at the bar on random nights. Take tonight for example, a Wednesday. But usually when I roll home on a weekend day from the previous night's bender, my dad is there in the wings, waiting to check if I have on yesterday's make up and outfit, looking like a hellish prostie. Then he procedes to ask me if I'm "Charlie Sheen-ing it," which basically means "are you so hung over that you can't function and look like you crawled out of a sewer in west Hollywood?" You know it, dad. Be proud
Hang on, I could be eating Cheez Doodles while I'm writing this....
I actually don't know where I was going with this because now I'm so distracted by Arnold Palmer, which I love almost as much as the High life that put me in this state, as well as the Cheez Doodles I found in the cabinet, so I'll totes get back to you guys tomorrow. If I remember. Or if I'm not napping.
Hardcore hugz to all reading because it makes me feel like I'm not alone in my random weeknight drunkenness, but that I'm in a huge circle hug screaming a Journey song w/ my best buds.
I guess I should clear Christie's name and let you all know it's Elyse.
xo HxC
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