Too many things are going right, so somethings gotta go wrong, right?
It's quarter to 11, and I got a phone call from a number not programmed in my phone from an up north area code. Hmm. Who could be calling me this late? It has to be a wrong number...NOPE.
It's just the owner of the bar that fed me free drink after free drink two Saturday's ago wondering when I'll be back. I was pretty sh!tfaced when I gave him my number, and I thought he was too when he gave me his. (We exchanged #'s in case he ever came to my town I wanted a bike ride [he owns a biker bar]). I never thought he would call. We have a tentative date for this Saturday. Let's hope this girl will learn from her past mistakes and slow the drinking down.
^^^This is why it's a good thing I don't have a phone that takes pictures and pasts them to facebook. I swear I'd be drunk in all of them.
Also Ala, I apologize now for any texts you may receive. In fact, I'm going to give my phone to FI and he's not release it to me.

Re: Uh-oh...
I'll try to keep it at a minimum, no promises