Last night me and
Madison disappeared from the scene and wandered off on our own. The night only got better from that point.. we ended up buying a bag of chips (I managed to use exact change!) and eating it as we tried to make a torch out of sparklers. That didn't work. My "garage lighter" as Mowzie calls it was completely useless, and also for some reason those damn things just wouldn't light. Sandy was there the first time we experienced this, so I'm sure it wasn't just our being intoxicated that prevented the lighting. At any rate, we ditched the sparklers and stumbled up the hill by the bridge (y'all know the place).
This morning was a sad morning. I woke up next to a bucket of my own vomit and proceeded to clean it out in the bathtub, which was nearly puke inducing. Now an entire section of my house smells faintly of second-time-around potato chips and vodka. Gross.
Thankfully Mike asked me to get coffee around 11, and so we + Sandy went to Timmie's. Coffee is an excellent thing on any morning, but on mornings like these, it is heavensent. So while I was down there, I decided to check out the tree to see if our ditched sparklers were still there... success! Now I have sparklers for tonight. Who wants to get drunk and have a sparkler fight?
-wrenout