It’s springtime. It’s Saturday night. I’m drunk. I’m at Carol’s.
I apparently had made friends with an obese Latina that had matching boob tats of something in Spanish. She was wearing stretch pants and an oversized T-shirt. She was just my style.
I noticed an attractive-looking ginger across the bar. He had a beard. I go through phases with guys. Currently, I am really into guys who wear glasses. I was previously big on beards. I also went through a brief stint of dating gingers. This guy was a redhead AND had a beard.
Yes, please, thank you!
So apparently after...
I’ve talked to you all before about Carol’s Pub. Let me tell you, that Carol is a drunken slutty whore! That may seem redundant, but seriously, she is. I so wish this place was not a few blocks from where I live. I know I wouldn’t go as often as I do if it was farther away. The problem is that when I normally get dropped off at my house, I can look left and see my place, or I can look right and see Carol’s sign beckoning me.
Why do I always look right????
There is absolutely NO reason I need to be out drinking till 5 a.m....