Saturday, January 22, 2011
Last night I wore a black lace skirt and feathers in my hair to celebrate the birthday of a co-worker who makes possibly the most adorable drunk person I've ever seen. We laughed among boys whose clothes were accented with tiny whales and acted silly. Later, gin and tonics were drunk in a half-full bar, while tales of a clandestine romance were unfolded before me. Not a half-bad Friday.
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Love it. I miss Charleston way more than Columbia, and I never even lived there.
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