aftermath
okay, so... now that i've sobered up, i feel like i owe half the population of san francisco an apology. time is probably a factor here, so i think i should just stick with the people whose names i actually remember.
dean - i don't see how anyone can throw up that much and LIVE, yet here you are, still breathing. i know because i CHECKED.
piper - wow. you deserve a heartfelt apology from me most of all, since your club bore the brunt of my weekend indiscretions. just to keep things simple... i'm VERY sorry, that comment about your breasts was TOTALLY unwarranted (it was a compliment, i swear), and if pepé actually DOES follow through on his threat to quit, i'll be happy to fill in until you can find a replacement for him. oh, and YES, i found out that the tattoo really WAS just a temporary one. thank god.
martha - you are such a bad, bad influence on me. thank you mistress, may i have another? why do you insist on encouraging the very character flaws that i'm struggling to overcome? originally, i had planned to taunt you for hitting like a girl, but seeing as how sitting isn't something i'll be comfortable doing until NEXT weekend, i think it's safe to say... i'm impressed.
cam - jeez. just... i'm sorry, man. really. martha made me do it.
daniel - you know, you're not nearly as uptight as i had you pegged to be. and for the record, the tiara looked WAY better on me, but the fairy wings? very YOU. also... sorry about the glasses, man.
peter and richard - as first impressions go, i probably could have done better.
anyone have a clue who these pink fuzzy handcuffs belong to? drop me a line, and i'll mail them back to you ASAP, 'cause i already have plenty.