johnnydelicious

Holy living crap. I would give myself the worst hangover I can remember in preparation for the Burlesque Tour. Went to Welcome to the Johnsons (which apparantly has happy hour from 3-9!?!?) then some shitty something St. something bar in midtown where my old roommate had been convinced to meet friends while he was up here. Fortunately in was right by Bellevue so after a half hour or so in hell, we shifted the gathering. Once everyone had left but me and Nate (photo coming soon, lucky you) the barkeep started to give us shots. Until I cried. Which is all true except the crying part. Passed out on the train on the way home. Always a good idea.