So... this probably isn't a proper time to be writing a blog post. It's early in the morning, and I just got home from Gina's couch after sharing one and a quarter bottles of Ca'Bolani white wine.
I walked home from Gina's apartment, which is across the street, and ended up in my dark and quiet apartment. I can hear Brian snoring in the room next to me.
I'm drunk.
It's probably not a good thing that I am drunk at 1:18 in the morning on a random Wednesday, but I can't help but think... what is the problem with it?
Gina and I spent the evening critiquing properties on HGTV. Actually, it was more like judging the home owners, their clothes and living styles. This led to inappropriate snorts of mean comments and incontrollable laughter.
Somewhere in these conversations, we realized that our moms have seriously "f*cked us up real good" because we will never be able to run a household that isn't completely color coordinated and disinfected.
We even romanticized about the sound of the hum of a dishwasher at the end of a long night when everyone is asleep.
Hey... a girl can dream...
1 comment:
There's absolutely nothing wrong with being drunk at 1:18 on a random Wednesday morning. Those are the best nights :)
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