sunday drinking

sometimes, when the weekend is long, and you are lonely because you have no partner in crime that is more than just a friend, you have to drink drink drink until it's time for bed on sunday night.

enter spring street lounge. the place with the sharks.

i left texas to get away from drunk dorks, but i guess you take the girl outta texas, but you can't blah blah blah.

(by the way, ny is just the same except the drunk dorks aren't as cute and and don't hold doors for you, and they dress like they are in kindergarten--i think they call that look "hipster"?)

regardless. it was nice to be with friends who were also lonely and bored.