skryche

I got back from hott_coco's goodbye party just now. Goodbye, hott_coco! I had a good time. Typing is very concentration-intensive, so this is tough. I think I'll eat some potato chips and then go to bed.

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* sleep *

It's morning: In theory, I'm sober and awake now; I don't know how true that is. My head feels like it's about five feet inside my skull. But I don't have a headache, and I'm not nauseous, Not very nauseous, anyway. Yay!

I just now noticed that nauseous.net is the blog of some hot hard-drinking chick.

So, I didn't feel super-drunk last night, but now I find that I'm trying to piece the evening back together, so I figure I must have been jest a wee bit tipsy. I think my beverage combination may have been unwise. My mental list of people to apologize to is staying miraculously empty, which is nice. (Let me know if you feel this is incorrect.) The stupidest thing I did was try my hiccup cure on... someone: "I'll give you this $10 bill the next time you hiccup." It's worked in the past; it didn't work this time.

[hott|miss]_coco, thank you for a lovely evening. Enjoy San Francisco! Eat a burrito for me! And remember: The Slanted Door.