Just got in from a night out on the town at Blue Martini. The woman 27, started chatting with me. She was friendly, very friendly. After a RedBlue and Vodka that some other guy bought for her and one that I bought for her as well, she was pretty wasted. It was all hugs and affection from that moment that the martini kicked in till the time she threw her guts up in the hallway in front of the ladies room. I am home alone and loving it.
A joke comes to mind from my days working on the road with bands – What is the difference between a Roadie and a pig? A pig won’t stay up all night trying to fuck a roadie.
My how I have matured.