At about four thirty Sean called me and invited me to meet him and Jeff at the Independent for drinks. It was the afternoon happy hour, so martinis and appetizers were both five bucks. I had a white Cosmo and a chicken quesadilla (which the Indy does so damn well I can't even tell you; there has to be something like a pound of chicken in those
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I'd just like to tell you that the other night Nic and I were drinking, and posting, and complaining about being all dressed up and still at home, and the friendly neighborhood gay man appreciated my sexy knickers more than my boyfriend had that day. Hee!
Also, you two not having any real booze? Times are hard, indeed. *love, lots and lots of love*
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Yes, I drank it all (two bottles of beer, a small glass of wine and a tiny shot of tequila) when I got drunk the last time, like a month and a hal ago.
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