I couldn't have been more excited for a Risky Business themed moving party in a DTLA loft. No pants? No problem. And I had the perfect shirt to wear: an oversized shirt from Banana Republic that I paid too much for to get rid of. Cute undies and I was ready for the evening.
I clipped my wallet and phone to my shirt pocket with a butterfly clip so that I wouldn't lose it. I called a Gypsy cab (aka - illegal under ground Korean car service) for all of us and handed shots after shots to everyone because you know what? I didn't have pants and no one was driving.
|Getting ready to head out|
I'm enjoying the DJs as they enjoy... me.
These are the hosts dancing in the changing room. The blond is a craigslist roommate who owns a pet rabbit.
Have you ever read Texts for Last Night? I'm thankful my friend passed out before witnessing any of these "accusations." .... .... so absurd.
I read an article about regrettable things we do in our 20s. Getting drunk and embarrassing ourselves is one of them.
I apparently walked 2 miles to Chinatown with no pants. My socks were black. I found texts to Jimmy on my phone accusing him of abandoning me. I guess I took being a "wandering drunk" to a new level. I wonder if Tom Cruise would be proud.