Well. It's that pivotal moment, kids. I know I said blah blah blah sad ass blah blah no perverts/bartenders. But then the fucking phone rings....
To drink or not to drink. To bar or not to bar.
Where's a blogger poll function when you need one? Help!
- I'm no Picasso
- This is a tale of the seaports where chance brings the traveler: he clambers a hillside and such things come to pass.
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2 comments:
Go for the meeting, but only drink a few to keep your wits about you :)
In the end, I didn't go out. Took the shower, put on the clothes... the whole lot. Then phoned and canceled at the last minute. I didn't have one single drink all weekend. Miracle of miracles!
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