I wanted to tell you about this last weekend, but I couldn’t type through my hangover. I don’t mention this in a braggy sorostitute way, like “oh man I got so wasted” but in a much tamer, almost-30-years-old, buy me some Advil and a loaf of bread sort of way.
But seriously man, I got so wasted. Let’s start at the beginning:
Chapter One: The Dive Bar
Alex played chauffeur for fellow writer Jessica Ziegler and I. Then, like all married men, he happily had the rest of the night to do the sorts of disgusting things I never let him do. Like eat Mexican food. [Read more…]