Mar 01, 2005 17:23
. . . last night.
I can't remember a full five hours of the evening.
Note to self -- 24 shots all lined up and pretty . . . SHOULD STAY THAT WAY and not be ingested.
However, besides being the standard "I love you" drunk things seemed to go pretty well. I know at one point I turned into a weeping, crying mess but . . . hey, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to. Straight up.
I hate dealing with the shame in the morning, though. The one reason I reserve the drunkening to one night a year.
Hopefully, last night will quietly slip into legend, and we can all move on with our lives without EVER referencing it again.
At least until the bruises fade . . .
That is all.
-M-