Drunkfest

Look, I said it because I believe that the kind of car a guy drives is important. It determines whether he's someone I spend one night with or someone I spend one year with. I was with my ex-boyfriend for three years, and he had three nice cars. Coincidence? No.

I'm worth about $200K.

Anyway, onto another topic. It's becoming glaringly obvious that D needs to get totally plastered with me. We've been hanging out a lot since she expelled the parasite, but haven't done the traditional drunkfest that occurs between best friends after one of them suffers a breakup.

I'm talking about shot-for-shot until the 1.75 of whiskey is empty. I'm talking about half a case of wine gone, getting 86'd from the bar, holding each other up as we wait for a cab, sobbing into one another's hair.

You've gotta purge that shit every once in a while. And D's just a bit pent up at the moment.