Corn on the cob, dripping with butter, and beer.
It’s what’s for dinner.
"This whole world is wild at heart, and weird on top."
The things you pick up as you go.
I call this one…the Single Girl Dinner.
That’s also a 22 ounce bottle, just to be clear. Because nothing says “I will die alone and then my 62 cats will feast on my cold corpse” like more fluid ounces.
Game Plan: Drink another 2 Shipyard Pumpkinhead’s to my face while watching the rest of Blade: Trinity. Pass out. Wake up at 4 AM. Put this same outfit on from yesterday. Proceed to drive to New York for an inter-state work conference.
Like The Little Engine That Could, this girl says, “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…”
Burlington tomorrow to do client stuff; show Tessa around; actually go shopping; and who could ever forget— drink $1 beers at 4 PM.
And I have a brand-new green wood-grain print off-the-shoulder tunic to wear that shows off the bangin’ new silhouette. I love winter because it makes me soft and curvy; summer because being active gets me back to being tanned and toned. Bring it on, college bros. How I’ve missed you and your lack of charms yet college-educated mindsets.
So I drank my dinner last night.
2 EXCELLENT Bellini’s, a Shipyard pumpkin ale, and a chocolate stout.
Let’s see, that’s peach juice, so fruit…pumpkin counts as a veg, right?…and dessert. Looks like that’s about the food pyramid.