So, I got totally hammered last night. 5 orgamsic bottles of red horse stallion in the span of 2 hours at TGI Friday's for Tuesday Group. So don't ask me why I was totally intoxicated.
Resulting in me spilling my personal stuff to the elderly, nice cab driver on the way home. I'm so used to be the sullen-silent type during cab rides, drunk or not. Coz I don't want to act all chummy so one can take advantage of it and ask for an additional twenty during pay-out. But he started it. And he wasn't drunk. What's his excuse? He reminded me of my 2 grandpas.
Resulting in me spilling my personal stuff to the elderly, nice cab driver on the way home. I'm so used to be the sullen-silent type during cab rides, drunk or not. Coz I don't want to act all chummy so one can take advantage of it and ask for an additional twenty during pay-out. But he started it. And he wasn't drunk. What's his excuse? He reminded me of my 2 grandpas.
So now he knows how many we are in the family, why I decided to move out and be on my own and even my personal opinions about Pnoy's taste for younger women and why the road to my apartment isn't all bumpy and muddy anymore.
But I'm not a celebrity and I don't have deep dark secrets, so no harm done.
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