I tried to read the guessing game after getting home from the bar. Did not understand at all, but figured it was the Jager.

In that vein, I tried to text myself stuff overheard last night.

"You whore!" "It's the Grapevine greeting!"

"We've had this conversation before." "When?" "Like 10 minutes ago!" "Shit, I think you mean 2 kamikazies ago!"

"I'd like to do Beckham's wife." "She's too boney." "Well I'd take her to Poncho's first!"

"Well if I didn't have herpes before, I do now."

"It's like The Price Is Right!"

"Somebody lick my nipple!"

I almost didn't go last night, but thinking about taking juliana and Maria there made me want to stop in. So glad I did, lots of regulars.

Baby, did you get the email I sent you? About the townhouse in that neighborhood we looked at?

Yes. Did you get my whiny reply?

Aimee, my outfit today is in you honor. Black gauchos and wedge sandals.

You don't wanna know what Massachussetts wanted me to do.

Aww, Mass is just a crabby bitch.

Daisy Jane's list gave me a serious college flashback. Now I feel like I should be doing shots and singing karaoke.

WOOT! Gauchos and wedges!

Yes. Did you get my whiny reply?

Just now.

"Pretty please with Daniel Radcliffe on top?"

You know me so very well, it's scary.

We'll see if we can get it soon.

We didn't do karaoke, but there was a pretty mean dance off.

Me too! Let's go get really yummy cheese and very thick beers and smoke lots of cigarettes and be crabby together!!

Me too! but, no cigs for me. I don't care if you smoke, though, I look better through a haze of smoke. (and drunkenness, but who's counting)

I don't care if you smoke, though, I look better through a haze of smoke. (and drunkenness, but who's counting)

You do yourself an injustice, milady.

I, on the other hand, employed precisely this technique to get Aimee to marry me.