Belated, I Suppose
This is the promised drunk post. It's 7 in the morning, and I just woke up sitting on an easy chair in my room, with a faint taste of vomit in my mouth and some vague memories of being falling-down drunk. The ol' 2-1 was all I hoped it could be, and more. It was the three wise men that ended up doing the most damage. Now I'm going to get some real sleep. Sorry this isn't a longer and (as promised) more entertaining post, but considering my blood-alcohol content earlier in the night, you're lucky you got anything at all. I'll try something later today, after I've woken up with a massive hangover.
2 comments:
It can't be 7am in Michigan, can it? But close.
Anyway, I bounce at a local club and respect those that, at 21, either: walk out on their own, sway out on their own, are helped out on their own, are carried out helpfully, are carried out cause they passed out and we need to put them in a cab and pay their fare, and, last but the exact opposite of least, is those that actually find the will and strength to post to their blog sometime after spelling relief: - (well, I won't spell it as you probably will have some residual nausea when you read this).
Happy 21st!
Thanks for the consideration ;)
It turns out my laptop's clock is an hour fast, so it was closer to 6AM.
Now it's time for a shower, a meal, and a drive home. The next post will have to wait until Friday, when I'm back in Hillsdale for good.
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