tipsydoo

It is probably not a very good idea to create a new post whilst drunk, but here I am, 4:30 am, le drunk, after a night of trying to make new friends with my roommate/coworker/very good friend. We went to a bar up the block and met a bartender who was very old, so old he could maybe be my grandpa, though maybe a little younger than that, his name was John, he had an accent, British I think, possibly Scottish says Sibel but I should've asked, we met a very good dj named Mikey who plays old soul but sometimes garage so he says, and we met a really strange boy named Steven spelt with a "v" rather than a "ph" and he bought us a shot of tequila which we drank even though he was a weirdo. We went to White Castle for the first time ever, I had french toast and I felt as though I made the right decision. Some kid in there said he knew me from somewhere but I felt quite certain I knew him from nowhere, even in my drunken state.  I must say, I'm an excellent typer despite my drunken state. The reason I'm posting anything at all in this state of mine is because Steven said something hilarious that I have to write before I go to sleep and wake up in the morning having forgotten. He said to Sibel, "Hey, you have this weird mesh thing on your head." To which she replied, "Dude, that's my hair." Oh Thursday night, you might've made made me stay at work until 1:30 in the morning and skimp out on the amount of pretzels you usually supply in my vending machine snack of choice, but in the end, you did me well. Looking forward to Friday off.
ps: I think my boyfriend might just be a bit dumber than yours. Yes, he might just be, and it depresses me greatly. More on that when I'm not so tipsy.