The DJ hadn’t even started, so I thought I had some time before amateur hour began. I was wrong.
*SPIRITUAL RE-ENACTMENT IMAGE COURTESY OF EVERYONE WHO’S EVER BEEN HORRIBLY BOMBED IN THE CAN. It was apparent she was drunk when I sat down. Her makeup was smeared and her hair had given up, the tracks of her extensions sticking out more and more every time she attempted to run her fingers through […]