  I ate at urlLink this restaurant last night and I got totally smashed, unintentionally of course. After two martinis (one chocolate, one apple) and a plate of oysters, compliments of the chef, I was drunk off my ass. I kept staring at a framed picture of a dog on the wall and saying, in a loud whispered voice, “Adrienne, there’s rich people here. Adrienne, these oysters are like mini vaginas.” I’m so fucking classy. 
