First World Problem
I only had Euros in my wallet when I went to Starbucks just now.
lauren replied to your post:An Open Letter to the Construction Worker I Met in the Elevator Just Now
Yeah but was he hot?
I don’t trust a man who drinks Vitamin Water on a Wednesday. The only situation in which it’s appropriate to quaff this stuff is when one’s hungover and needs some of their heralded ‘electrolytes.’ As a side note, I’m not sure those things actually exist or that they have any effect on a hangover, but their marketing team seems to think so.
Anywhoo, it’s Wednesday morning, which means he went out and got blotto on a Tuesday night. Now I’m not the kind of woman to judge a little weekday shenanigans. I, myself, got a little wild last night at Brooklyn Bowl where the ladies of Downton Alley (my bowling team) had their first game. And victory. (Picture me pumping my first here.) But a man has to keep his game tight. His Vitamin Water marks him as a bush league drinker, and mama just can’t have that.
But he was kind of hot in a someday-I’d-tell-my-kids-I-knew-I-hit-rock-bottom-when-I-sexed-him-up sort of way?
Work Perk Alert(k)!
I just wrangled a free weekend in London at the end of April through work. I’ve never been before, so suggestions welcome! Don’t think all this European travel will go to my head, though. I put my Chanel brouges on one foot at a time—just like you. (This is a joke. I actually have servants dress me each morning like I’m the titular character at Build a Bear.)
Warning: Don’t google image search ‘London’ and then capriciously click on the #1 suggested hit—London Andrews. Unless you like big naked tatas on your work monitor. Nice rack, though.