sunday mornings are the new saturday nights. lets just get that out there. its all fun and games drinking liquor until you talk like a baby but the real winners out there - the real Vince Lombardi’s of awesomeness - know that the next day really seals the deal. you won’t meet the girl in a bar, you’ll meet her the next day when her mascara is all rubbed off on the sheets because you had a rad night with her the night before.
there will be Bloody Marys and BLT’s and you can keep your sunglasses on when you walk her dog later and pretend you’re a celebrity when you keep your sunglasses on while you’re ordering your cafe con leche (por favor) at the coffee place. its cool. just remember you won’t meet the real her at the bar.
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Paul Rudd
Never a truer word was spoken.
(sadly, a bottle of gin is the closest thing i have. and not even a remotely full bottle of gin at that.
times are hard.)
Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
– Oscar Wilde (via quote-book) (via bone-zone) (via constantwanderlust) Via Constant Wanderlust
