God, I hope things are spelled correctly in this post. Yep. Drunk like that. Not quite at the point that I need that app that makes you do math before you can use your cell phone so you don't drunk dial someone you shouldn't, but drunk enough that I gave Joy my keys saying "Don'crashmah car, kay?" the whole way home.
Oh, and def drunk enough for y'all to not get a story tonight about these clockwork birds I saw in the window tonight at the shop next to Brasserie 19 where we went to dinner tonight last minute. Fuck that savings plan! I'm eatin' out in style tonight. On a whim. 'Cause I can. Yeah. It was very good, too.
Giant drinks and tiny tabasco sauce bottle 'cause things are big in Texas. Hardy har har.
Ha! Even that second one looks oddly sized due to the perspective of the shot. Well, the last one is dessert of poached pears in red wine sauce and some other fancy shit and a glass of port. I have to thank Carl and Gary for introducing me to dessert wines and ports and pairing them with desserts. Amazing dinner tonight.
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