I woke up after going home with a chick from the bar after a shoot. Still had all my gear and my kidneys, so it was a good night.
When I called the cabbie I usually use around town, he asked where I was to which I replied "I dunno man, lemme find a piece of mail around here somewhere"
I dunno if that is really a confessional. I guess it's bad. but I look back on it as a great night. lol.
oh...well here is a confessional part. I didn't know her name. So I recalled an episode of Seinfeld where he could not remember a chicks name. I came up with a plan. I was adding her to my cell phone and I asked "how do you spell your name again...so I get it right?"
problem solved.
i'm a whore.