Last night I went out with my friend Ruthie to see Fuerza Bruta (fabulous show.. go see it). After the show we went out for drinks. We started talking about boyfriends, lost friends, shattered acting careers, does he really love me? Should I get married?.. kind of talk...that had us both close to tears.
Neither one of us is that sentimental. Unless of course we have been fueled by the lethal martini. (s)(s)(s)....I know how many we had (I have the credit card receipt to prove it.) I'm just too ashamed to post it on the internet.
I don't drink too much anymore so when I do it really hits me hard the next day. (today) and I'm writing this post from my bed. I ditched church this morning to nurse a hangover..I can't help but think..I spent too many months feeling sick to induce sickness willingly.
..off to the store for orange juice, bagel and black coffee, the perfect hangover cure.
Bad Lorna.
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