So last night, I went to work and I'm training my replacement. He's a cool guy but he has a lot to learn. But anyways...I don't normally meet up with my regulars outside of my work but last night, I went with some of my regulars at another bar to have one or two drinks....or so I thought. The thing with going to a bar with regulars is that they buy you drinks...a lot of them. Since I think it's kinda rude to turn down a drink once somebody buys you one, I took them all. I walk into that place thinking I'll only have one or two, and ended up having 13 (bad move). Which leads me to this morning....
I woke up with a hangover that was so bad, MY HAIR FUCKING HURT. And the worst part of it all is that I had to go into work this morning to inventory liquor. It's one thing to have the worst hangover you've ener had, but to have to go count bottles of booze when you can still taste some of the shit you're counting in your mouth. I swear after this morning, I will never drink again (for 2 weeks). Why must Southern Comfort be so damn delicious.
But aside from that, the day went by pretty uneventfully. Here's a synopsis:
1. Woke up and wanted to die.
2. Inventoried liquor.
3. Had some indian (from India, not Native American...to clear any confusion) food for lunch.
4. Picked up transcripts from Pasadena City Continuation High School for Miserable Failures at Life (does not apply to those that actually go to the school to Succeed) so I can send them to the University of California Party School...I mean Santa Barbara.
5. Became catatonic for 5 hours.
6. Cruisin' the SG site.
Pretty boring huh?
I woke up with a hangover that was so bad, MY HAIR FUCKING HURT. And the worst part of it all is that I had to go into work this morning to inventory liquor. It's one thing to have the worst hangover you've ener had, but to have to go count bottles of booze when you can still taste some of the shit you're counting in your mouth. I swear after this morning, I will never drink again (for 2 weeks). Why must Southern Comfort be so damn delicious.
But aside from that, the day went by pretty uneventfully. Here's a synopsis:
1. Woke up and wanted to die.
2. Inventoried liquor.
3. Had some indian (from India, not Native American...to clear any confusion) food for lunch.
4. Picked up transcripts from Pasadena City Continuation High School for Miserable Failures at Life (does not apply to those that actually go to the school to Succeed) so I can send them to the University of California Party School...I mean Santa Barbara.
5. Became catatonic for 5 hours.
6. Cruisin' the SG site.
Pretty boring huh?