Going Out in Valpo
And to think, this all started in a church…
…where we went to hear classical guitar. And eat Oreos. Then we drink wine from mini bottles on top of an overpass. And then we went to a bar/club.
…where we drank more, danced to live rockabilly music, hit on the coat-check girl, got hit on by inexpert boys of all nationalities, and danced ’til the wee hours of the morn.
Then I walked home alone, got lost, and asked some sailors for direction. I was maybe still drunky when Brett woke me up this morning to catch our bus.
Don’t tell Mom.
Don’t tell mom because she will be JEALOUS!
So true. She is always jealous when I talk to sailors.