Who does that?!
Saturday night was my typical Saturday night. I went to my best friend's house. We drank. We played Kings. That's what we do. That's what we did. (For the remainder of this blog, please keep in mind that everyone there were people I am close/best friends with and not strangers)
However, I must have had more to drink on this particular Saturday than any other Saturday, because on Sunday morning I woke up to find a mystery hickey on my left wrist.
On my WRIST!
For the life of me, I can't remember how it got there.
Good times.
Curse you and bless you, alcohol. Curse you and bless you.
However, I must have had more to drink on this particular Saturday than any other Saturday, because on Sunday morning I woke up to find a mystery hickey on my left wrist.
On my WRIST!
For the life of me, I can't remember how it got there.
Good times.
Curse you and bless you, alcohol. Curse you and bless you.