The Return Of Drunk Girl
Um….I mean Drunk Boy.
Yes, that’s right. He called me at 1:33 in the AM this morning. He will never learn…..
That being said, I just got off the phone with him, and he is, indeed, again intoxicated. I so totally want to go on these kinds of “business” trips. Apparently, he took my advice and started the day off right: two Bloody Mary’s and then all the beer he could drink. Tomorrow, they close Canal Street and throw a private Mardi Gras parade.
I wish I was there. I wish he was here.
April 6th, 2004 at 6:06 am
“doyouwanna….doyouwanna know something?” I bet he wishes the same thing!
April 7th, 2004 at 9:04 pm
At least I didn’t call at 4am! I think this ranks as progress. I’m getting more and more considerate as I get older!