Gin is trouble.
It’s funny what a bit of gin can do to you. Okay, more than a bit. Quite a bit. Possibly too much. Add to that a sake bomb, and you’ve got trouble. While I was fully conscious from point A to point B to point C to home, it appears that there were many details that disappeared from memory Wednesday evening [Yes, partying on a school night!].
- talking the shirt off a guy’s back
- getting carried around on the backs of three friends [really only remember one]
- attempting to hail BMWs as if they were cabs [I know how to pick out a nice car!]
- requesting that a panhandler stand on his head
- trying to get a ride home with cops
- wandering into the street when doing all the above
- trying to get the cabbie to stop several times before reaching the house
- falling asleep on the hallway floor
Thankfully, RV took care of me and while I’m sure I threw a fit [in addition to my whining to go home], I am SOOOOO glad I wasn’t left to my own devices. I was surprised to find no photographic evidence or drunk social media updates the next morning. *phew* So of course, I go ahead and document it here since it rarely occurs.
In other news, I successfully baked chocolate chip cookies. *pats self on back*