Apr 23, 2006 09:00
I don't think that I'm just hung over from last night, I think that I'm actually still drunk. It's not a nice feeling.
Mathew helped restructure some of the gaps in my memory from yesterday. While I was at the Inn Place yesterday afternoon, I had two martinis that were straight gin, some vodka on the rocks, a gin and tonic, and evidently, a Manhattan. I say "evidently" a Manhattan because I have no memories at all of that point in the afternoon. I tried to pay Mathew with both cash and a credit card (for my $4.50 tab) and then tried to pay him again like ten minutes later. I guess that Paul offered to drive me home, and Mathew offered to call me a cab, but I refused them both. Good thinking.
After I found I was locked out of my apt and went to Jeffrey's instead, I promptly passed out on the couch. I guess when Mathew got back there a while later he tried to shout to take me up, but it didn't work. A few hours later when I did wake up, I tried to call him, not realizing that he was asleep in the next room.
So of course, he and I went to Mr. B's last night to drink more.
paul,
alcohol,
the inn place,
mathew