Drunk and Gloating

Have I told yall how much I love having a wine store down the street? No. I haven't. Because I have never taken advantage of it before now. It's amazing. Aisles and Aisles of wines and liquors. The damn liquor shop is bigger than the grocery store. Now that's what I'm talking about!
And that covers the drunken portion of this show.

On to the second act. I am gloating. (Is that even the right word? I don't know, nor do I care because I have had a half a huge bottle of my Pinot Grigio, because when I asked the guy at the store if they had Menage A Tois, they looked at me funny. . . heehee. Menage A Tois. . .I swear it's really a wine- and if I hadn't drunken so much I would link you to their website, but fuck it. You're big people, go google it.)

Ok. I might not be gloating, because as much as I would like to believe that I am a heart-less bitch that could go by the name Ice Queen (much to many ex-boyfriends' dismay) I actually am a nice person and I would never actually wish bad things on people. But damn, Karma is a BITCH. I just found out some really fucked up news last night regarding an old boss (for the sake that I know people from home are reading this, and I know as much as New Orleans would like to believe it is a big city it still has a small town mentality hence everyone knowing everyone and everyone's business, I cannot disclose anything else on this blog- but if you really want to know I will be MORE than happy to disclose over the phone! or email. . . email would be better you know how I hate the phone). I am actually still in shock over the news (which is probably why I decided drinking at home would be a good plan for night). I don't know how to take it, although I should be screaming "Be a man and use a gun next time!" after the way he treated me for all that time and after I left but I just feel sorry for him. I just feel so sorry for someone so miserable and desperate. And then my heart goes out to his children. How embarrassing. How terrible to have to live in a city where there is no living that down. See? That is why it is imperative for New Orleans to start acting like the adult city that it should be.

:-( I miss home.

And Im done.