Is: 7:40 pm.
Number of drinks have had:
1 double gin and tonic
1 stoli's and rootbeer
1 irish car bomb
1 shot whiskey
1 irish car bomb
Number of co-workers have outdrunk:
4. Could be 6 or 7, but double vision makes it hard to tell who might be figment of drunk-ass imagination.
Number of times have said "I'll miss you":
Oh god, do not ask.
Minutes until I will severely regret past 3.5 hours:
Five, maybe 10. Depends on how much water I can chug. Considering that ceiling already spins like a record baby, could be very soon. Then again, did manage to order pizza. With vegetables. I think. Maybe called Fred Meyer's instead. Not sure yet.
General assessment of evening:
Fun. And oh, shit. Do not remind me of existence of Irish Car Bombs, as response is to say: "Shit, yes!" and chug, willingly, repeatedly.
Going back to floor now. Fuuuuuuck.
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4 comments:
I am amazed you could type so effectively.
I am disturbed, very disturbed. And not hung over. Not sure if this is good or bad.
Called Fred Meyer? Asked if they had Prince Albert in a can? Or if their refrigerator was running?
Anyway, hope you're feeling better now.
Kristy, probably both. I'm still a little weirded out by my non-hangover -- but grateful!
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