I’m sitting alone at the bar at IO waiting for Christina’s team to go on. I’m drinking PBR out of a mason jar; it will be the first of many, and the grand total of drinks (let’s be conservative and say, I dunno, five?) will just make me loopy and attracted to the funnier-than-average straight…
i want tyler coates to be my boyfriend.
or maybe i just want PBR in mason jars?
