Did not wake up with a headache, thank God. Or possibly, thank the barkeep. In my as ever overcrowded, smoke-dense cocktail bar, I was better-prepared than Kay: She'd had halibut in a suckling-pig crust while I had a surprisingly sizeable portion of roast rabbit on savoy. (The oysters are neutral, because each of us had two fines de claires.)
Because it's a lazy Saturday, I'm wearing my Fringe Division hoodie. Also, pink underwear.
Kay: I've always wanted to know more about your underwear.
Moi: Shuddup and hang them up faster on this my laundry rack so we're not too late for our reservation.
Meeting up with witchsisnotlisa later. She can finally reveal the secret of how to friend folks on Goodreads. I was uncharacteristically stumped.
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- Than cold rain out on the streets