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the tragic tale of the octopus-headed girl, originally uploaded by asmysunrise.
on thursday adam and i went to a prom/art auction/women's center benefit/concert in san antonio. we drank free beer i'm convinced was non-alcoholic and danced very little, but did crawl backstage to talk to the band. we drove back that night for work in the morning. yesterday after a marathon drinking session with friends that started out as drinks after work, we walked back to my place, leaving our cars downtown because we were just too drunk. upon reaching my apartment, adam and i were so tired/hot/drunk, that we jumped in the pool with our clothes on. adam was still wearing the $100 dollar shirt he bought [albeit accidentally] for prom. i managed to get my necklace off, to scrape my back so badly that sleeping was painful, and i'm not sure if i still have two shoes. i feel a little nauseous and we have to walk back downtown in the blistering midday sun, but tonight we tour the house, library, map and musical instrument collection of an eccentric millionaire [billionaire?]. i feel pretty good about it all.