The other night I attended a friend's 30th bday party at Pop on 4th Ave. I proceeded to get smashed up because my buddy "Row boat" wanted to do shots. After countless shots of I don't know what and gin/tonics, I told the organizer of the party that I thought a particular young lady was cute. In less than 30 seconds, the organizer pulled the young lady over as if we were in a booking club. I introduced myself and I quickly learned she was 10 years my junior. Usually nothing phases me, especially with alcohol in me but I couldn't start a conversation to save me because I was trying to grasp 1) why the room was spinning and 2) did she really say she just graduated college? Well, age is just a number. Next time I'll try to be sober.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comments:
good one sucka. btw, i think "Fobs" should be capialized (ie: "FOBs). Hummer, do u agree?
Post a Comment