Drunken honesty has its charm (sometimes)

Last night, I was reminded of the company holiday party last December.

For whatever reason, I didn't feel like drinking, so I remember everything perfectly (and I have a photographic memory for all things inconsequential).

That evening, a woman approached Beau and I. She doesn't work in our Denver office, but we both know her and like her. She was wasted.

And she was on a roll.

She told us she really liked hanging out with us because we were so fun (I think what made us so fun is that we stood there and listened to her, because that's all we did).

And then came this memorable gem: I have to apologize to my vagina daily for being an a-hole who never gets any.

I can't keep that one to myself. I need to share it with the world.