Don't drink and talk
I had a few too many at a party. I was feeling fine when suddenly the caffeine from all those Diet Cokes hit me and I could NOT STOP TALKING. And giggling. I found myself delightfully amusing, but not everyone (anyone?) else did. It must have been state dependent.
It was a tough crowd, though: my boyfriend's ex, her boyfriend, and the hosts: her sister, her sister's husband, and their twin babies. I'm sure I felt a little frost in the air because I was the new girlfiend. It couldn't have had anything to do with my hilarious suggestions that the babies were the product of adultery or that it would only be fair for the mother to give one of the twins to her child-less sister. Cringe.
It was a tough crowd, though: my boyfriend's ex, her boyfriend, and the hosts: her sister, her sister's husband, and their twin babies. I'm sure I felt a little frost in the air because I was the new girlfiend. It couldn't have had anything to do with my hilarious suggestions that the babies were the product of adultery or that it would only be fair for the mother to give one of the twins to her child-less sister. Cringe.