Somewhere in the clouded minds of myself and my fellow drunken friends, lastnight, we decided to make a 1 1/2 drive to a resturant called The House of Pie. My sober GF was coerced into friving, and we set out. GOOD GOD, long tips are aganizing when I'm drunk. Every 10 minutes i had to piss so bad. So we get there, then have to wait in line for another 30 minutes for a table, at which point i start coming down of my alchol cloud. This leads to sweeting, hotflashes, and a quesy belly. But, all in all it turned out really cool. Now i can say ive had a drunken breafast at 3 in the orning lol.
sheena:
thank you for commeting my hopefuls set!