Hangover Central

The room is spinning right now. I'm on the verge of a vomit session. Oh, the magic of alcohol.

I wish I could say that last night was a complete memory loss, but I can't. I remember just about all of it. Not that it is bad to recall what happened last evening/this morning, but I am severely paying for it today.

Woods and I decided to head out to Rock N Roll Drag Bar at legendary lesbo bar The Palms. Not knowing what the night had in store for us, Woods decided it would be a good idea to begin the night with a round of Patron shots. Ok, ok, it was MY idea, but he went along with it.

You know what? The mere detailing of last night's events are quite headaching. Let me give you the Cliffs Notes version...

3 Patron shots
2 Coronas
Drunken chit chat with bartender
Wounds healed with Double H
Drunken chats with "the cool kids"
Underwear Afterparty
Street clothes hit the floor
3 or 4 MGDs
More drunken chats
Make-out sessions
Grinding
Hands down underwear
Bathroom antics
Blow Jobs
Nudity
Rimming
Floppiness
Re-dress
Driving home (memory fades)
Waking up next morning (ahem, afternoon) with one extra person in bed

Now that is how you do it! But the end result is, shall we say, not so cute. Me nursing a hangover is not pretty. And neither is spewing chunks onto a laptop so I'm heading back to bed. Oy.

"I'm never drinking again!"