What Not To Wear
My neighbor and friend George just asked David and I if we'd like to take a limo ride back to Warren this evening, with a few disco stops planned in the trip. We said yes, of course. Nothing says "Here I am", like arriving in a stretch. Whatever shall I wear? Calvin, Dolce, or Kenneth?
I'm on my second glass of wine and I'm skipping dinner.(Shut it, I want nothing to do with bloating.) I only hope I don't get hungry later and demand the driver to hit a Taco Bell on the way home. With my luck, it would be just like the episode of So Notorious where I end up climbing out of the sun roof because the limo would get stuck trying to fit through the drive-thru.
I'm on my second glass of wine and I'm skipping dinner.(Shut it, I want nothing to do with bloating.) I only hope I don't get hungry later and demand the driver to hit a Taco Bell on the way home. With my luck, it would be just like the episode of So Notorious where I end up climbing out of the sun roof because the limo would get stuck trying to fit through the drive-thru.
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