In these recent years, I have discovered a deep love for the following (in chronological order): absinthe, Missbehave and working out. This is why getting shit like this in my e-mail pains me so:
Oh girl I LOVES to work out. I'm that lazy person who realizes the stress-relieving power of endorphins ridiculously late in her life. Plus, Crunch has some crazy stuff! Want to try! Best nighttime workout ever!
And, um, you see that tiny green thing in the bottom middle? Yep, it says "Lucid", which happens to be America's first real post-prohibition absinthe.
Do you also see the two words "open" and "bar"?
I'm so sad. I vote this party be moved to early November.
4 comments:
I received the same e-mail. I think I might check it out, but there's something about gyms and their shady ass payment plans that scares the hell out of me.
I'm jealous, I would so go if I were you. Plus, I don't think you'd have to be a member to go. With fitness pushed aside, free absinthe is enough to convince me!
Oshit I wish I could go! Treasure Fingers, absinthe, and boys in shape? Ummm count me in! Don't worry Sarah. If you ever come out to LA V and I will throw a similar party, only there will be no gym and everyone will probably just get stoned, drink up all the absinthe, and then maybe we'll jog to the 7-11?
Um, YES. PLZ. WANT NOW.
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