so, yeah, five pints and no lunch =
drunk.
at 5 pm.
the bomb and I walked a bit, took a taxi a bit to the foot of Little Italy. thought perhaps we'd eat there...but then we decided Grimaldi's.
walked a bit more. I. was. drunk. in espadrilles...not the best walking shoes.
eventually the inevtiable happened, and I twisted my ankle, stumbling a bit.
but I didn't fall. i didn't fall.
he was so good to me yesterday, probably from his super euphoric high of victory.
but I think if I fell, he would've killed me, but I didn't fall...and all was good. especially the pizza.![]()
at 5 pm.
the bomb and I walked a bit, took a taxi a bit to the foot of Little Italy. thought perhaps we'd eat there...but then we decided Grimaldi's.
walked a bit more. I. was. drunk. in espadrilles...not the best walking shoes.
eventually the inevtiable happened, and I twisted my ankle, stumbling a bit.
but I didn't fall. i didn't fall.
he was so good to me yesterday, probably from his super euphoric high of victory.
but I think if I fell, he would've killed me, but I didn't fall...and all was good. especially the pizza.
