If anyone reads this, now is your chance to shape the future. The Albino Python asked me if I wanted to get together for drinks next week. Ugh. I haven't replied yet.
Obviously my gut tells me to say, "Why don't you go out for drinks of bleach by yourself, and I'll meet you at the morgue?" While my head tells me that there may be a funny blog post somewhere in this three hours of soul-draining socializing.
What do you guys think? Do I just say no, like I was taught throughout my youth, or do I throw caution and common sense to the wind like a schoolgirl on prom night? I'm only even *entertaining* the idea of going out with her for you, my 3 readers... and if I fail to get a comment on this post, I may retire from the blog-o-sphere all together.
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We'll do that thing where I call after 15 minutes and you pretend there's a family emergency.
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