i think it's perfectly acceptable for a rock star to turn down a night out with thirty-five italian men in business suits for a glass of pinot noir at home.
Negative. Negative negative negative. If you are with 35 Italians, you let them whisper seductive things in your ear while drinking a glass of pinot noir. You get progressively drunk and just happen to wander away aimlessly when things are starting to turn, and they are left with a wonderful vision of a seductive mystery woman.
And you are left with sexy accents ringing through your ears and wine flowing through your system.
This happened to me once. Almost identical. Ok, maybe a few changes. There were only about 10 of them...not 35.
I was at Grandmas in Duluth. It wasn't pinot noir, so much as it was a pitcher of strawberry kamikazis ($4). I got progressively drunk, and considered wandering away. Except I don't think I could walk.
I did not change my pants. I woke up in them. Still wearing my winter coat too. And an unexplained cut over my eye and a face full of dried blood. And a camera full of pictures of me kissing 4 of the Italians.
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of course especially if it was from the central coast in 2006
Negative. Negative negative negative. If you are with 35 Italians, you let them whisper seductive things in your ear while drinking a glass of pinot noir. You get progressively drunk and just happen to wander away aimlessly when things are starting to turn, and they are left with a wonderful vision of a seductive mystery woman.
And you are left with sexy accents ringing through your ears and wine flowing through your system.
And then you have to change your pants.
This happened to me once. Almost identical. Ok, maybe a few changes. There were only about 10 of them...not 35.
I was at Grandmas in Duluth. It wasn't pinot noir, so much as it was a pitcher of strawberry kamikazis ($4). I got progressively drunk, and considered wandering away. Except I don't think I could walk.
I did not change my pants. I woke up in them. Still wearing my winter coat too. And an unexplained cut over my eye and a face full of dried blood. And a camera full of pictures of me kissing 4 of the Italians.
I wish Sarah would've been there to guide me.
True story.
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