I sat on a dog.
Wednesday night I was taken to an event at a recording studio that had an open bar. Really, people who know me should know better than to park my ass in front of an open bar.
The party was mind-numbingly, soul suckingly, fingernails-pulled-out-with-pliers-y boring. The bartender ran out of wine glasses and served my cabernet in a 16oz plastic beer cup. He FILLED the 16oz. plastic beer cup. Repeatedly.
Suddenly this was the best party ever.
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