Wild Night Out
Posted Mar 2, 2011 by anonymous | 166 views | 0 comments
Last night I had a few drinks and for some reason (possibly the heat or possibly the run I had taken in the afternoon), it me really hard. I was completely and utterly hammered, left my ATM card at the bar, and realized when I went to pay the cab driver that I only had two dollars. I was walking down my street in Manhattan when this guy started walking with me and told me he would take me home. He said he was in the army and had nowhere to stay. (I am actually wondering if he was homeless?) We went up to my apartment and totally started making out on the floor of my kitchen. At some point I had the sense to tell him he had to leave before things went too far, but I woke up this morning with a killer hangover and have hickies all over my neck. Gross!
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