So this weekend involved a four-hour drive up to San Luis Obispo. Once we reached this godforsaken little town (one fucking Starbucks for the whole city and everyone wearing Ugg boots. WTF?), I met up with my jazz group and we proceeded to perform badly for fifteen minutes in front of a bunch of people I have a lot of respect for. Then we turned around and went home.
Ya know what I really, really miss? Drunk sex. The kind where you feel all floaty and your reactions are all delayed and everything is kind of sloppy and you just pass out on top of your partner when you're done. I miss that.
Ya know what I really, really miss? Drunk sex. The kind where you feel all floaty and your reactions are all delayed and everything is kind of sloppy and you just pass out on top of your partner when you're done. I miss that.
On the other hand, it's pretty good protection from all the BAD things that drunk sex can bring with it. It's actually served me pretty well over the years.