First World Problem
I only had Euros in my wallet when I went to Starbucks just now.
Response to Previous Post
lauren replied to your post:An Open Letter to the Construction Worker I Met in the Elevator Just NowYeah 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?
Sometimes a lady needs a Caracas arepa, a beer and Our Commander In Chief after work.
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.
Life Lessons
If you eat roasted sunflower seeds in bed, when you wake up the next morning it will look like you fucked a bird feeder.
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