mixing with Strauss.

Wine and wine and tequila. Then the good tequila. Then a bit of bourbon. A bit more... a little more... come on, son, that's all you're pouring? Then whatever that mixture was you handed me, I think it had sambuca in it. Hold up, I should probably clock out. Or not. Beer and a shot. And then... what was that wine? The one that's got the word Lola in it. Yeah, two of those please. No more, I should go home. Oh, a Gran Marnier to finish? It's like a tympani roll. Build up and build up, Also sprach Zarathustra!

Things That Are French

Fries.
Toast.
Kisses.

Things That Are French

ThingsThatAreWarm

puppies.

Things That Are Purple

Grapes.

I drink alone, part 177

New apartment. New job. New mother fucking life. I made my first manhattan tonight and I'm pretty impressed. I'm sitting here after a long night at work, watching Hell's Kitchen ( my favorite guilty pleasure) and getting shwasted. This is the place I want to be in the time I want to be. Gordon Ramsey would tot's tell me to fuck off. I smoked a cig in my non-smoking apartment building tonight and I feel kinda guilty. I gotta quit! But booze and smokes go together better than sea salt and caramel. What's a girl to do?

Solution for the night; ima go outside to smoke and watch Hell's Kitchen on me IPhone. High nerdery bitches! There are nerderyer things I could do....I could be watching Doctor Who or BSG outside? Perhaps it doesn't matter what I'm watching, only that I'm watching from my telephone outside because I can't stand to sit and smoke in silence alone. Yeah, I guess it's time to quit.

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My cab driver tonight stopped for White Castle. She also stopped the meter but didn't ask if I wanted anything.