Swimming with sharks, in vodka and shit.

So it looks like curlers, bra and undies may be the highlight of the night. Context? Let me bring you up-to-date with whiplash speed. It’s 9pm on Saturday night and I agreed to go to drinks with a girl from work. (First mistake? You decide.) Actually, it’s landmark birthday drinks for her boyfriend’s basketball mate andContinue reading “Swimming with sharks, in vodka and shit.”