I had a date Saturday night. Rather than be creative or at all interesting, we opted for a movie at my place. I’m quickly realizing the only good taste non-troll doll has is in women, because this is the second worst movie I’ve seen in the past month. The other god awful movie was also his pick.
I’m not kidding, this movie was so boring I pulled out my iPhone and read the newspaper while he continued to watch. I continued to refill my wine glass, and even that didn’t make the movie better. I whined enough that he finally turned the movie off, gave me a kiss and went home.
The next morning I stumbled into the kitchen for coffee and vitamins–the breakfast of champions, yo! While I waited for the coffee to brew I grabbed a handful of vitamins and reached for an orange vitamin drink that had been left on my counter. I tossed the pills into my mouth and took a giant swig of the orange drink.
Something didn’t taste right. In fact it was downright disgusting. I spit the drink and pill concoction into the sink. Still gagging over the taste, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and picked up the drink for a closer inspection. I’d somehow forgotten he’d mixed a few shots of vodka into the drink. Warm vodka is one of the least pleasant things to experience on a Sunday morning. Well that, and church.