Happy Nude Year!
I had no intention of ripping off an LJ friend's post title today - she actually traditionally poses nude for her LJ annually now, which is cool and definitely shows more commitment to the title than I do - but this year, alas, this title is fitting.
Last night there was a big shin-dig at Mike's place in Richmond, and a good 15 people or so showed up. Much of my regular crew came which was nice - Jordan and Nathan among them, as well as a bunch of new people I hadn't yet met. We got there at about 9ish with a few hundred dollars of food and beverages in tow.
And we got stuck in the snow while trying to park. AGAIN. I can't believe the streets there still have snow on them while at my house it's pretty much bare. Moving on...
I was still feeling a bit under the weather and ended up only drinking at about half my normal pace and I was sitting down much of the time rather than socializing. When my stomach is upset I just curl up into a little shell and hide, really. A few pepto bismals and a celebratory Cuban cigar later and I was feeling OK - even to drive home in the newly fallen snow.
I got home at 3. Everything was fine, in fact. I was tired but otherwise fine. So I went to bed - nude as usual, because it's just more comfortable that way. Around 5 I woke up to use the washroom and did so...and then the world went black. An indiscriminant amount of time later I found myself wedged between the toilet and the counter, naked on the cold floor, panting and sweating. Somehow, for some random reason, I'd fainted. I still can't figure it out now because I was neither hot nor hammered, especially hours after the partying had ended. Go figure.
What a way to start the New Year. I resolve to not have that happen again if I can help it!
Last night there was a big shin-dig at Mike's place in Richmond, and a good 15 people or so showed up. Much of my regular crew came which was nice - Jordan and Nathan among them, as well as a bunch of new people I hadn't yet met. We got there at about 9ish with a few hundred dollars of food and beverages in tow.
And we got stuck in the snow while trying to park. AGAIN. I can't believe the streets there still have snow on them while at my house it's pretty much bare. Moving on...
I was still feeling a bit under the weather and ended up only drinking at about half my normal pace and I was sitting down much of the time rather than socializing. When my stomach is upset I just curl up into a little shell and hide, really. A few pepto bismals and a celebratory Cuban cigar later and I was feeling OK - even to drive home in the newly fallen snow.
I got home at 3. Everything was fine, in fact. I was tired but otherwise fine. So I went to bed - nude as usual, because it's just more comfortable that way. Around 5 I woke up to use the washroom and did so...and then the world went black. An indiscriminant amount of time later I found myself wedged between the toilet and the counter, naked on the cold floor, panting and sweating. Somehow, for some random reason, I'd fainted. I still can't figure it out now because I was neither hot nor hammered, especially hours after the partying had ended. Go figure.
What a way to start the New Year. I resolve to not have that happen again if I can help it!