Tip of the bottlecap
◊ I'm sorry, Newcastle brown ale, that I drank Budweiser and Coors Light at the party last night.
I didn't mean it.
I know Bud and Coors fit the theme of the party, but if I was gauche enough to have a cell phone tucked into my 30-year-old leather purse, I could've gotten away with having you there with me.
Hell, there was someone there in a Blink-182 t-shirt, and someone with a FUBU jacket. I could've done it.
I'm sorry, Newcastle. I'll make it up to you.
Tell you what: we'll stay in tonight. I'll make dinner. We can watch a movie, maybe. You know, spend some quality time together.
Just me and the 12 of you.