Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Drunk Dialing London..or not.

So after an extremely stressful day made not better by raging PMS, I came home, bought some wine, and am on my second glass. The first I drank while out in our park, alone, a red moon hanging low in a night sky. Gorgeous.

And now I'm halfway through my second glass, and all I want to do is call my favorite boys and hear SP make fun of me. Because I miss them.

SP is right: I am an ugly drunk.

2 comments:

SP said...

You should have called! I would have put you on speaker phone so Indrew knows what you're like.

JC said...

And I could have experienced for the first time what sympathy feels like.