4|4|2016

i gave in. & champagne was calling my name tonight. i read that it's the easiest alcohol to digest. don't google that, because my source is very unreliable.

i'm sitting at a sophisticated steakhouse with a tall glass of bubbly. my cheesecake was just served with an entire bowl of fluffy whipped cream. i just about died. i've always wanted to order a grande whipped cream at starbucks, because i 💜 the way it sticks to the roof of my mouth. but, tonight...i hit the jackpot.

wh...ile i squeal inside for my dessert, the men around the bar squeal for a basketball team on the big screen. i squint to see who's playing...& i can't tell. i just know someone said north carolina & now confetti is falling.

there is a hunk dressed to the 9s next to me. & i'm still in my scrubs. perfect time to lick the cheesecake batter off my fork huh. he actually watches though. weirdo. but, he's ridiculously good looking with a pierced ear & crisp pink button up shirt. it's not shocking that he wasn't impressed by my lack of knowledge that there is some kind of championship game tonight. he left & i'm here to eat the whipped cream anyways.

omg. am i really going to post this.

{please laugh with me}.

wild heart • gypsy soul

xoxo, miss airstream