Trying to piece together the shards of last night. Failing. Started at Eric's playing Settlers of Catan, expanded board... six players now instead of four... plus Barefoot Pinot Grigio. Monochrome party for which I was accidentally dressed... Eric told me I'm always in monochrome. This makes my slightly brown-green soul slightly greyer. But it's all within reasonable shade range. Drank Keystone Light from a keg, danced like a lunatic, and got into a long discussion about gender with Eric and Megan. Megan informs me she's rather embarrassed as of this morning because she got worked up... Eric and I were just sort of stringing her along, which is perhaps a cruel practice for relatively sober people in the presence of the relatively drunk. Boogied around one or one thirty for home. Wintertime people showed up, not many, but BART(!!!) was a prominent feature of this there "social gathering." Allison made sure to rub it in my face that he showed up because I was a big ol' nay-sayer. I was glad to be wrong about it. We drank and drank and drank (not Bart), and Bart and I had a few cigarettes. At about that point... well... nope, it's gone. Chris says he left around 5. I have absolutely no memory of such events. I think I remember Bart going. That's about it.
Working back to Friday... Friday... what happened Friday? Ah yes! Hilary's birthday party! Quite a good time. Intoxicated Hilary is A+ on all counts... fun, funny, and fally. I hear tell she faceplanted her couch, which is much better than, say, faceplanting a tile floor or a concrete sidewalk. Bag-o' and tequila were the order of the night--that vile taskmaster Tim brought the Jose Cuervo, and the debauchery set in full-swing. Luckily, I have a true distaste for tequila, so I refused to wrap my lips around even a drop. I stuck to the cheap blush (alcoholic fruit juice, as it is perhaps better known). Also had a few beers. A few cigarettes. A few pouts. --Billie Jean informs me that I am not a very happy person when I drink. She is, of course, rather correct. Except sometimes. Like last night. But let that be an aside.-- I was just in a particularly bad mood all of Friday, woke up sad and went to sleep mad, and drinking certainly wasn't going to help it at all. Which it didn't. So there you have it. Don't drink on a bad mood. (I think this is already common wisdom.)
I am ashamed to say that I haven't gotten any work done, BUT!... today and tomorrow I am going to do some serious work. Hi-ho Silver, away!!!
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FACEPLANT does not adequately describe the grace and poise of my slow-motion descent to the floor.
ReplyDeleteYes, I was not particularly happy to see Tequila entering my apartment (it's the only thing that has ever made me feel truly sick the day after) but I indulged reasonably and was only mildly hung over the next day. Next year we will be better stocked!