...why aren't I there with them. Dammit.
Two of my nearest (in my heart -- alas, not geographically) and dearest gal pals were each enjoying some adult beverages this afternoon in their respective corners of the world... and I got to talk to them both on the phone in the throes of their alcoholic fun.
What a riot.
They were adorable.
And I'm jealous, not only because I'm not drinking tonight -- I'm actually reorganzing shit around the house and deploying some new slimline hangers to try and save space in my 1950s storage-challeged bedroom closet (yes, I live a life of unparalleled glamour. Please try to control your envy.), but because I'm not hanging out with either of them.
However, my NC galpal arrives here on Sunday for a week. Hooray! And I'm going to see my MD galpal next month. Hooray again!
But for a girl who thrives on instant gratification, this isn't really cutting it for me. I'm about to dip into my wine coolers (shut. up.) to help sustain me during my domestic frenzy tonight. And who knows... I might get spirited enough to partake in my favorite drunk communication pasttimes: drunk dialing and, best of all, drunk IMing.
You've been warned.