I write today from my couch, as opposed to my desk at work, due to suffering from food poisoning after FINALLY making a huge batch of chocolate pudding I've been craving.
Pudding, never does anyone any good.
NOW, lets reminisce about going to a birthday party at a bar this weekend; the same bar holding parties for a stag, and an irish rugby team.
SHENANIGANS ENSUE, of course.
HB and I try our damndest to fend off people gettin' creepy on us, its a full time job.
One man is wearing a large blue corduroy house coat and a blonde wig, he's doing magic card tricks for me. Another man is probably a foot shorter than HB and trying to give her a drunken lap dance. Just another day in the life...
At one point I go to the bar to get myself a water, because YES I WAS NOT DRINKING.
Waiting for the bar tender to take my order, I hear a voice to my right say "Did you put perfume in your hair?"
WHAT?
I'm a little weirded out and turn my head to see a greasy, creepy guy looking me in the eye.
"No.. why?" I say.
"It smells really nice," says Greasy-Guy.
OH? Did I give you permission to smell my hair?
"Thanks," I say, and turn my head towards the bar tender for a moment, before looking back at Greasy-Guy and say, "I washed it for the first time this month today."
Accordingly, G.G. stops paying attention to me at that very moment.
Larissa's charm levels: Still at maximum power.
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