Heh. No, I got cookies on one of our grocery runs. But thanks!
I almost tried to get you to join us at Mickey's last Sunday but forgot to bring your number. And then I rationalized that you wouldn't have come out anyway because it was late. So tell me that's true or I'll feel awful.
I did get to go to Pink's and to Roscoe's, though. Not the same day, obviously. That would be hideous.
I know a guy who knows a guy...maybe you can get review copies?
Mister "I'm not doing your homework for you," you mean? Ptbtbtbtb.
I'm gonna run and see if the laundry machines are free. And maybe buy some beer.
Yeah, you're right, I get cranky going far from home late at night to a place where I'm never gonna score.
That guy? Screw that guy. I don't think Danny knows his job boundaries yet.
Well, it's not even 10 miles from you, so the hour seemed more of an issue.
a place where I'm never gonna score.
I think you might be surprised. I know I was.
Are you sure that it wasn't that, "gay man gets drunk and decides to experiment" thing?
Because I hate that. Dude, that's what college is for.
Wait? Did you totally score and not call me with the deets?
The fuck?
I'm fairly confident that wasn't it. Other issues, yes, but not that one. And he was certainly cute. Just... fundamentally misguided.
Strega comes into our town and scores? How is that fair?
Oh come on! If I was drunk enough to do
that
, I'd be way too drunk to
do
that. If I'd wanted to. Which I didn't.
It was just funny! And okay, after a while, creepy.
Oh, okay.
Good.
Not that I haven't travelled and bagged, but...
It's just better this way.
LA strikes me as an excellent city to visit and get some while doing so. Though the 85° in February always-rainy (at least when I'm there) weather is a high price to pay.