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02/26/2007: "Met my quota for the year"

2? 3? Jamison shots, 2 Jag bombs, pineapple upside down cake shot, way too much PBaRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Hoooo... I haven't been that drunk since that one Grand Old Day.

Fun observation: I'm way better at table hockey when I'm plastered.

I woke up on Saturday morning feeling like a CHAMPION. Of course, I was still drunk. I drank a bunch of water (never a good idea for me) and ate some leftover Buca (BAAAAD idea). I sat on the couch and watched some TV and started feeling worse and worse as I sobered up. I tried to crawl back in bed but that wasn't working.... My body finally rebelled (everybody out!) and it was all downhill from there.

That, my friends, is why I don't usually drink.

I was able to eat solid food later that night. We binged on delivery from AJ's Fish & Chicken. If your job forces you to deliver food to lazy assholes in the driving MN snow they're not paying you enough. You have my sincere thanks.