As I boil lentils for the lentil meatballs I am making, I am reminiscing on my adventures last night. I should not have ordered shots.
Because this happened and this always happens when my goal is to be a deliberate mess.
Please don’t judge me.
How did this happen? I was doing so well until around 11pm last night, I decided that we should stay at the bar for another two hours and a certain cinnamon whiskey tickled my curiosity. All I will say is that cinnamon whiskey tastes like liquid Big Red chewing gum and goes down wayyyyyyy too easily.
It was noon chez moi and no one was talking because the headaches really sucks out all the socializing juices I had. My boyfriend fell asleep on the couch and I proceeded to order pizza. From Dominos.
Being a deliberate mess=Sacrificing your food snob tendencies