So I wake up this morning - and say to myself "Oh my God, why do I have dried blood all over my hands!?!"
As I crawl out of bed with a terrible hangover, this mystery resolves itself: the remains of two hotdogs with barbeque sauce lying in my sink. I guess I ate half of one - then half of the other and just left them both lying there.
Went to the Mercury, talked to
mineke and
faerieburst, danced - and my friend
st_hibernus and I had about THREE Black Orchids each... I gave my friend 20$ for a cab ride home and I must have bought two hotdogs from the vendor next to The Comet.
I used to drink all the time in New Orleans, but it's been six months since I went out to the bar. Evidently my liver has decided to revert to a child-like status where it can only filter breast milk and nothing else.
Three drinks = horrible hangover time!