and then I found myself on the train at 9am wearing red cowboy boots and a black halter top. Do you think anyone thought I had an early morning errand in the city that required that outfit?
It was fun though, in a (I suspect) meaningless way. But I think even I'm allowed meaningless everyonce in awhile despite the fact that it makes me feel incredibly guilty, and no, we didn't do anything bad (not for lacking of trying on one party's part though) ... I can't even imagine the guilt I'd be feeling if we did do that (not that I would, I don't think I have a one night stand in me).
So yeah, fun, guilty, walk of shame. Slept till almost one when I got home b/c the accommodations there were like 800 degrees. And now, I get to be the representative grandchild at my grandmother's birthday dinner. How fun does that sound with a hang over? Good thing I didn't get a hickey:) And so much for the work I thought I'd get done tonight ...
Someday, I really will grow up!
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