The thing about mimosas is that you really don't think you're drinking much as you down glass after glass. So light! So bubbly! So fruity! It's mostly juice, right?
You don't realize how much you've consumed until your basic motor skills start to fail. Pulling out a chair? Whoaaa, crazy! Trying to type? Awfully dyslexic!
And that's why mimosas are awesome. Cheers, Cirque, to a wonderful birthday brunch.
P&G: I would take a trip to southeast asia any day over a relationship. Trips are so much better than boyfriends.
A: Oh, that's not true.
P&G: Totally true!
A: But I like mine!
P&G: Well, okay, trips are better than most boyfriends.
A: Okay, I'll give you that.
P&G: I would give up any one of my previous relationships for a trip to southeast asia.
A: I would give up all of my previous boyfriends for a trip to Montreal.
The following actually occurred last night:
Our heroine is stumbling home, perhaps a bit (a lot) intoxicated. As she approaches her front door, she notices a dark shape huddled against the door.
P&G: What the fuck?
Shape: ...
P&G: Dude, you're a pidgeon.
Shape: ...
P&G: What the hell are you doing there?
Shape: ...
P&G: ...
Shape: ...
P&G: Am I seriously standing outside my front door having a conversation with a pidgeon?
Shape: ...
P&G: Fucking pidgeon.
Please note that this entry has necessitated a new tag called "Classy."
