Woke up this morning, put on my slippers, walked in the kitchen and died...
So I wake up this morning feeling pretty good. I had a few drinks at Pat O'Brians, but felt very good considering. I go over in my head to see if I can recall the trip home but can't, and am somewhat perplexed. But hey, these sort of things happen. I get up quickly because I have to meet my Professor soon on campus, and Jenn says to me, "are you going to vomit again?"
And then I remember the second half of the night.
I remember drunkenly looking for Raquel's glasses after leaving Pat O's. I remember going to the cigar store with Tyler. I remember hurrying to the car because I'm proud for some reason that I can remember its location. I remember getting there well before my equally drunk but more slow companions, and lying on the cement until they show up. I remember rolling down the window and to hang my head out it. I remember my mind realizing that I was throwing up. I remember some kind of flash of being on the bed.
Now these memories I just wrote down, they aren't summaries of how I remember that part of the night. That's all I remember. Terrible. I have no clue when any of these things happen chronologically. Appearantly, the puking occurred after Tyler and Raquel had gotten out of the car. Bonus there. Also, I don't even know if I used any method or reasoning in picking out my cigars. I grabbed three from various spots on the rack, and paid for them. I hope I got some good ones.
The night was less kind to Jenn. She stayed up to spray the vomit off of the side of my truck, and laundered my clothes and her pillow case (which I had also gotten dirty some how).
Overall, Pat O's was soooo much fun. We got there about 8:45 and I've been told that we stayed until about 12:45. At one point, three of my requests were played right in a row, and I was loving that. Those guys are so good on the piano. I should have had one less Hurricane. They were doing 2 for 1s, and my memory begins to fail at the bar ordering my 4th. Appearantly my body doesn't have the tolerance to handle 16 shots of rum. Oh shit... I remember text messaging my brother sometime after that. God I hope he doesn't have text messaging.
Needless to say, despite my first impression, I've felt TERRIBLE all day. I'm actually glad the shuttle launch was canceled, because if I stayed in the hot sun for a couple of hours to watch it, I probably would have yacked again. Walking between my car and various buildings on campus was bad enough. So... now I'm resting, trying to feel better, so that I can think for my final tonight. Oh yeah! We sat with a bunch of 40-somethings at some point last night, and they LOVED that I have a final today.
And then I remember the second half of the night.
I remember drunkenly looking for Raquel's glasses after leaving Pat O's. I remember going to the cigar store with Tyler. I remember hurrying to the car because I'm proud for some reason that I can remember its location. I remember getting there well before my equally drunk but more slow companions, and lying on the cement until they show up. I remember rolling down the window and to hang my head out it. I remember my mind realizing that I was throwing up. I remember some kind of flash of being on the bed.
Now these memories I just wrote down, they aren't summaries of how I remember that part of the night. That's all I remember. Terrible. I have no clue when any of these things happen chronologically. Appearantly, the puking occurred after Tyler and Raquel had gotten out of the car. Bonus there. Also, I don't even know if I used any method or reasoning in picking out my cigars. I grabbed three from various spots on the rack, and paid for them. I hope I got some good ones.
The night was less kind to Jenn. She stayed up to spray the vomit off of the side of my truck, and laundered my clothes and her pillow case (which I had also gotten dirty some how).
Overall, Pat O's was soooo much fun. We got there about 8:45 and I've been told that we stayed until about 12:45. At one point, three of my requests were played right in a row, and I was loving that. Those guys are so good on the piano. I should have had one less Hurricane. They were doing 2 for 1s, and my memory begins to fail at the bar ordering my 4th. Appearantly my body doesn't have the tolerance to handle 16 shots of rum. Oh shit... I remember text messaging my brother sometime after that. God I hope he doesn't have text messaging.
Needless to say, despite my first impression, I've felt TERRIBLE all day. I'm actually glad the shuttle launch was canceled, because if I stayed in the hot sun for a couple of hours to watch it, I probably would have yacked again. Walking between my car and various buildings on campus was bad enough. So... now I'm resting, trying to feel better, so that I can think for my final tonight. Oh yeah! We sat with a bunch of 40-somethings at some point last night, and they LOVED that I have a final today.