Non c'e male

Wine? Check. Scotch? Check. Beer? Check. Despite mixing and matching my bevvies last night, I wound up being the default driver home. (I was just fine, I promise) My friend the Rockstar drank gin and tonics until he couldn't place where exactly he was, and my female partner in crime screamed at her shoes on the pavement next to her car. She managed to get the number of the guy she was talking to all night though even after he walked over her stomach contents to get her into the car. He's a keeper!