5/5 Cinco De Mayo

I celebrated Mexico today by drinking a shitload of wine. And I mean a shitload. That box I bought yesterday (not 32 hours ago) is almost gone, and though Martina probably drank a liter of it, almost all of the other 3 were consumed by me since then. There's still maybe 2 glasses left, which I'm sure will find my belly tomorrow, but damn-- that's a lot of wine. In my defense, it's a lower alcohol content than the stuff I usually drink.

Brandon is my fucking hero and gave me some really great feedback on The Old Cartoon Writer and I think it's a much better story already (go long-hair!). I worked on that nominally, then watched Talladega Nights, Jackass 2, and two episodes of Sex & The City with the neighbors before slinking off to bed.

I also pulled out my one remaining wrist piercing, which hurt, but it's gone and done now, so good on me. Hopefully the scarring won't be too bad.

Drink Count: 12

Pictures from the party last night. Me and my darling Sophie:


Lauren and the insipid vixen Trampolina (as Ben imagined-- she does have "legs of steel" and "abs of fire":