She's My Favorite

This is what the front of Dorrie looks like. Boy, what an interesting night we had....

Long story short, it ended with me in a Jets t-shirt in the morning waking up and sneaking out of an apartment with Dorrie who looked like she wasn't wearing any clothes. Okay, that sounds a lot worse than it was, but where is the humor of a good story if not in hyperbole?

It was a night filled with Swedish fish flavoring, confessions, Shirley Temples, and odd pairings. Impaired judgement may have also been a side-effect that led to some interesting choices that night.

Adding an entry to my book about my adventures in Stamford. What a great internship.

Quote:
"No one remembers the nights they got plenty of sleep."