Saturday, June 19, 2004

Oh what a night. Three drinks. He says, "No!" and I say "What?" but it is too late to stop and later I undress in the backyard and put my clothes directly in the washing machine. Why is the smell so acrid and acidic, well that is because of the margaritas. It was amusing, I guess, and luckily the car escaped the mess, although his clothes (and mine) didn't.

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