I just missed my flight to Montana because I drank too much at Loni's birthday party last night. Rob came into my room in the morning and was surprised to still find me in my bed. I got home at 4:10 am and decided to take a little boozy nap before I departed my beloved city. I was supposed to catch my bus to the airport at 5am. Instead Rob sped my ass over to the airport in Natalie's truck, still a little drunk I suspect. Anyways long story short I've been put on standby. Right now I am at the smokers lounge in the Denver International airport. Trying to kill 9 fucking hours before my flight into Helena. I am super hang over city and a little vomitcore but I think I will survive. I miss Portland already :(.
Here is some advice from Nicole Georges
I expect to hear some sexy stories when I get back.