Friday
12 PM: Margarita Lunch with Indie Rock Boy, et al. Consumed 2.5 strawberry margaritas.
3 PM: Champagne going away party. Consumed 2 glasses champagne.
5 PM: Ditch office with Indie Rock Boy, Totally Hot Gay Boy, Cute Married Lady and Loud Boy for downtown swanky bar. Consumed 3 glasses white wine.
8 PM: Ditch downtown swank bar for downtown restaurant, as natives were getting hungry and restless. Consumed half v. tasty pizza and 2 more glasses white wine. Photos are taken. Oh dear God.
No-Idea-What-Time: Hit lounge for bit of dancing and… one more glass white wine. End up leaving with Indie Rock Boy for pre-arranged location to meet v. young friend of IRB.
12:45 AM: Consume two Sex on Beach mixed drinks, dance v. naughtily and make out with Cute Argentinian Stranger.
2:00 AM: Ditch Cute Argentinian Stranger, seek out dancing IRB who finds yours truly’s coat, gives v. sweet hug and kiss goodnight and escorts v. drunk fish out to a cab.
Saturday:
Did not leave bed except to toss cookies (such a nicer way of saying vomit-my-brains-out) and search out extra-strength pain reliever. In long, long hours of sleeping had strang array of dreams. Best one involved making out with Indie Rock Boy on swingset, like high school hoodlums. Yum.
As recovery is long process, am v. glad for three-day weekend. Though can’t wait to get back to monkey job and share stories of pitiful hangovers with drinking partners. Am hoping was not the only poor fool not to remember an entire day.
Sounds like you had more fun than a barrel of monkeys.
No, no…fish went out with a barrel of monkeys.
Did IRB see you making out with Argentinian Stranger? Hope he doesn’t think you’re not interested.
Glad to see you back. You seem to remember most of the day all right (if not in detail).
Man. I never get to make out with Argentinian strangers.
sounds like you had a wonderful fun fun fun time, which you so richly deserved! enjoy the time off from work!
It’s better to toss cookies after a weekend of drunk debauchery than to never have drunk debauchery at all!
I think that’s Shakespeare.
ahh the drinking slide show: still life flashes of memories from the evening. the spaces inbetween are to fill in as you wish. gotta love it! could use one of those nights meself.
cheers!