Mar 26, 2006 07:38
Or did someone just hit me in the head repeatedly with a lemon neatly wrapped inside a gold brick for six or so hours?
I remember a party at Mary's and a bottle of Black Velvet. I remember stumbling into the westside Jack in the Box with a bottle of Black Velvet in my pocket. I remember everyone came over to point and laugh at me. Then I remember stumbling home.
I also remember lying in bed for another six hours this morning (GOD BLESS DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME!) too drunk to think or sleep.
No more drinking for Deome for a good god damn long time.