Pooh-pooh Amazon dresses all you want, but this dress delivers.
I wore it last night for drinks with The Vet and it ended up in a pool on his bedroom floor next to his. It was like The Rapture.
We didn’t have sex – he had whiskey dick and I passed out – but apparently the dress was a good choice.
Also, The Golfer will be too busy with end of Q2 craziness for the next two weeks to see me.
But let’s get back to The Vet. Despite the naked debauchery, I think I found a friend, and that feels nice.
Now I’m going to put my phone down and rejoin the 31st birthday party I’m at.