It has been three weeks since my last entry about belligerence and debauchery, so I guess it is about time for a new story.
Have been a very good girl the last two weekends. Have had a get together every weekend since the November 13th incident and have successfully enjoyed myself without creating trouble.
Thought I had things under control, then I met Cosmopolitian, and he brought 2 more friends also with the name Cosmopolitian, and then Uncle Smineroff was all gone, so we found a Green Lizzard and a Bloody Martini (I was dared to make a hot-pink martini) to replace him.
That is all I can report on.
I am sure that I provided pleanty of entertainment, which is what Pete always hopes for. But I have to admit, that Drunk Girl is getting a little to old to keep pretending that she is Tara Reid, so I am afraid that we may have to say farwell to the life and embarassment of all of our parties. At least until the shock collar comes off and she is allowed to dive into Pete's pantry once again.
ps - I have no clue how Tucker Max does it? How does he end up just as intoxicated as me and live to tell his stories?
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Oh, Shannon. You are so lucky. Liquor is memory serum for me. Doesn't matter what I drank, or what I did under the influence, the next day I remember every horrible, humiliating moment. Only to relive the embarrassment over and over and over again. That's why I stopped drinking around people I work with...
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