mslion

A pox on whoever created apple martinis...and made them taste so good!! Ooh, did I get fucked up last night...between me, my cousin D, and the guy she lives with (commonly referred to as The Chickenhawk in internet parlance--I won't bore you with the why), we killed off a bottle and a half of vodka, the same amount of apple pucker, and whatever else goes in those things.

So the Chickenhawk disappeared into his computer game after a while, and D and I turned the stereo up and danced on the screened-in porch for half the night. And all I can say is, it's a good thing they have multiple bathrooms in that house. And a sofa that, while not the most comfortable thing in the world, is good enough that I passed out on it for at least 9 non-consecutive hours

I left their place at noon. D had still not emerged from her bedroom.

All I really want to do is crawl into my bed and pass out again, but my mom's on her way over and I have to fake that things are groovy like Ruffles or else I'll have to listen to all the reasons why I shouldn't drink. Blah. Cuz, you know, that lecture's worked for years now, right?

So what's your hangover cure? Need a little help, here!