number 404 tequila used to be a good thing

i once lived in new york. i had friend that liked to have fun. and i liked to have fun also. we would drink tequila and then st germain, and then more tequila. i remember drinking lots and lots of small glasses and feeling flexible, but i always wondered why my friend was more flexible than me...once we went to a place called the box. we had been asleep, and i got a text message from down the hall saying 'what are you doing?' and i responded 'well i was kind of sleeping'...'meet you in the kitchen in half'...so in the snow, we went out our door 2 steps around the corner, and into the theater. it was fun. legs swung from the rafters and you drank anyones booze. we saw a man with boobs and a chainsaw, pull a Popsicle out of his ass...and then we decided we were hungry. i tried my hardest to make my friend not eat the green mushroom pizza from the deli on the corner...but there was no stopping her.

tonight we drank tequlia. there were no popsicle's - but there was a hell of a lot of word slurring.