Regrets? WHAT regrets?! LOL I'm enjoy'n' every minute of this! (so far!) Still wish I had a hot boyfriend with me, but dreaming and internet friendship will have to do. Of course, PTSD history almost forbids such a thing of me having a boyfriend. Okay, ladies, I need a ladies night--what can ya do for me?

Luv,
inky
(who, by the way, after this alcohol is wishing she didn't have a history of stomach problems and pre-ulcers, but is willing to live dangerously.)