Thank God for disco naps!
What a great way to start 2005: a steady stream of Scotch-and-Diets, a dip in my rooftop pool, and a drunk dial from Atlanta!
Now if you'll excuse me, I need a disco nap before hittin' the Oxford strip tonight. I feel the need to cut a rug, and I think I'm gonna have to hit 'em off with a stick: I'm planning on wearing my lucky outfit! I'll get back to you after breakfast tomorrow : )
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10:43 p.m.
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How long was that drunken phone call from Atlanta anyway? I have a feeling that Bell South is going to be making a pretty penny off me for that one. Oh well, it's cheaper than a plane ticket!
And from the very hazy memories that I have of the conversation itself I can report back that the evening did end up as predicted. ;-)
And my house is very 'sticky' from the Cosmopolitans that were spilt everywhere as the dancing progressed through the 'Songs that make me think of Debra' cd.
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