Oh God. Am so hungover.
Why, oh, why?
Went to Pancho's last night for a margarita or two. Turns out it was a jug or three.
Embarassed self shamelessly. Our waiter kept on giving me funny looks - couldn't figure out why. Then realised he was the same waiter I had drunkenly flirted with the week before (I am a regular). Called him "Mr. Waiter Man". I mean, seriously. Can I not remember that before I frikken show up at the restaurant?
To make more cringe-worthy, friend thought funny to give him my number. Decorated with hearts.
Bloody hell.
Good thing moving to JHB.
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