I spent two hours alone with my sister tonight. Among the normal girl stuff we usually talk about, we covered the following:
-The guy who came in to the GAP to try on a bikini.
-The guy who came in to Perkins and asked Lauren if she liked his new breasts.
-The girl at the restaurant last night who tried to lick Lauren. Twice.
-The guy at the golf club who sold his nail salon and gave Lauren ten free nail polish bottles out of the trunk of his car. (This one isn't quite as weird, but when you look at the other things that happens to Lauren, it just sort of fits.)
-Watching a man eat the worm out of the bottom of the bottom of the tequila bottle (OK, mezcal, if we're gonna get technical) and telling Lauren all about the texture--it's more like a grub than a worm, but not as soft as a caterpillar.
And you guys thought my work bathroom stories were crazy.