Yeah, I’ve got nothing else. That sentence just came to me and I needed to use it. I did, however, see the worst clown ever last night and I do, in fact, have a hangover today. So, all in all that one sentence told the whole story. I am nothing if not succinct.
On the up side the burlesque itself wasn’t half bad (The best part, for me, were the performers shoes. I need to know if there’s a secret burlesque girl catalogue where I can find those shoes. They were fab.) and I got to see friends I rarely see. So, all in all, a good evening.
In conclusion I know that seven cocktails in three hours is too many but, in my defense, the clown made me do it.
PS The world's most perfect hangover cure is tomato & basil bisque, eight glasses of water, a cup of English Breakfast tea and a slice of quiche. I shit you not. Who knew?
2 comments:
I *really* wish I'd gotten the quiche. It looked amazing! I kept hoping Elisa would offer me some, but I forgot how Elisa is with food.
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-patherine
You thought Elisa might offer you some? Are you simple? You should have asked me for a bite! I share.
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