The morning after the night before…
text messages that illustrate the drinking habits of you and me and everyone we know (in three acts):
Me:
We invented something called “The Falling Down Dance.” I woke up with a black eye and I’m pretty sure my hangover is going straight to the Smithsonian. After it kills me and becomes famous.
Michelle:
I woke up today in a bustier, Edie [Sedgwick] tights, sprained ankle, bruised thigh, I lost my shirt at Evol, and 20 outgoing drunk dials.
Jay:
I woke up at 4:30 with a pulled calf muscle and crazy reciepts in my pocket. Yay.
