Some people think my friends and I are out-of-control drunks with no shame. They're probably right. But in the interest of continuing to delude myself, last night would prove otherwise.
With less than 2 beers in each of us Emily and I managed to bring civilized conversation to a halt by interjecting with comments about scat and singing Romanian pop songs -- which Em accompanied with a dance routine that lasted about 8 seconds too long, judging by the group reaction.
Nevertheless, we pulled ourselves together, stood up, and walked out of that bar with a shred of dignity in each of our back pockets, before we had a full-fledged night of disaster on our hands.
Baby steps, people. Baby steps.
Thursday, November 25, 2004
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