superflea

And so I have survived my 28th birthday! I think I was only one shot over the line (a feat, given the open bar). The room didn't start to spin until my head was already on the pillow.

I woke up early (it's my curse when I drink. I'm not fully rested, but I can't get back to sleep), used the... how to phrase it... suspicious looking shower (next time, screw hotels - i'm just springing for a cab back home), then rounded up a few friends to have a completely unremarkable breakfast at offensively inflated prices (dumbass tourist trap cities) served by the surliest waitress I think I've ever had.

When the gf asked for a glass of water, she was met by a glare suggesting it would only be available as a suppository.

Yikes!

Anyways, got home around noonish and spent the afternoon getting gloriously reacquainted with my couch. Work is going to be absolutely insane for the next several weeks, so I figured I'd better score the R&R when I can. I even considered calling my parents and suggesting we do Christmas in January or February when I can actually take a proper vacation but, hey, you gotta be home for the holidays if you can.

And now - I bring you "Naptime". Talk amongst yourselves. Duran Duran is neither a Duran nor a Duran. Discuss.