I have fond memories of Marcie. It probably could have lasted longer if her over-the-top drinking didn’t finally get to me.
We certainly weren’t spring chickens. 521 more words
You: So how was your Saturday night?
Me: Well, it included 3 pitchers of sangria, 3 paellas of shots, a total of at least 11 shots, one beer, and a gin in tonic… Oh and two French boys, one of which ended up coming over after the bars. 97 more words