when wine goes wrong
On my way to class tonight, I ran into a guy I made out with when I was drunk last year. By ran into I mean studiously ignored even though we were two of three people outside Ballantine smoking. Don't get me wrong, he ignored me too. In fact, he was prolly relieved that I didn't try to talk to him. If there was ever an excellent anti drinking campaign, he would be in it. ROAR. Niko, Nick....be good to your new puppy. Miss and love you guys.