Okay, this is the first (and hopefully last) time that I'll sum up two days in one post. I do this for no other reason than I was in no condition to write anything last night, and barely in a condition to move today. Remember that vow I made to never skip dinner and drink? Well, last night was reason #2 to keep that promise in the future. It started with some wine and a trip to Roman's housewarming party. We left presently to go back and drink more wine, then returned in time for the opening of a bottle of Cointreau (vile, wretched stuff) and I must have had two strong cocktails and two shots. That's where things get a little hazy, and my last real memory was of walking into The British so Colleen could buy some cigarettes. Apparently, the evening didn't last much longer and the neighbor girls very nicely took me home and tucked me in around midnight. I woke up five hours later on my floor with three piles of puke, like foamy tangerine puddles, surrounding me. I should have had the wherewithal to document the carnage, but instead I cleaned that up as best as I could and went back to sleep until 2:00 this afternoon. Since then I've laid extremely low and watched Futurama and Jackass Two. No energy for anything else.
Drink Count (4/21): 10?
Drink Count (4/22): 0
No pictures either. I took some, but they're on my camera which is all the way across the room. Maybe tomorrow.
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