Promises, Promises

My pseudo-girlfriend Michele promises heaps of drunken blogging tonight. Me, I'm already one beer and one very large triple Grey Goose Martini in the bag. We're off for sushi (ohmyGod, are we these people? ... given that description, I think not), and will miss whatever boozeblogfest the little dead girl will create ... but I can read it in the morning, and that's the gr8 thing about blogs.

Whatever may come, let's just hope that tonight she manages to not break the Internet.