As many of you know my sex life is going through a dry spell about the size of the Saraha. Now for various reasons I feel that this is karma, I brought this upon myself. However, this most recent adventure is cruel and unusual even by the universes standard of fuck you. First and foremost, it's been well over a year. And with that, its storytime:
So I went to a party (of course I went to a party, at which point does a bad life choice start out with not-a-party). The night was awesome fun! Met new people, hung out with some newer acquaintances, I like to think I made some new friends. Now at some point or another everyone decided it would be a really good idea to go to the bar, "the bar's need us," was the excuse. Take note children, the bar never needs you.
Bar number 1 went great. There is nothing wrong with a bunch of adults playing a game of telephone on a Friday night. I suppose I should say that at this point in the evening me and my poor life choice have perhaps said "Hi" to each other.
Bar 2 is where things get fuzzy, or completely blank if I'm being honest (Pro tip: Don't combine whiskey, mascato, and rum and cokes). The last thing I remember is BSing with a friend (an actual friend, I know I'm surprised too). To my questionable recollection I and poor life choice have had yet to have a conversation. And then...
Hello 8am, where the fuck am I? Did I...Oh...I did. How the fuck? I really want to know what crazy pants events led to crazy no pants events. And I don't even have the foggiest idea.
But seriously universe, its been over a year and when I finally get some, its in such a manner I don't even kind of remember!? That's just cruel.
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