I seem to remember saying to many people in the last few weeks something along the lines of “…yeah, I’ll be drinking, but NO SHOTS!”. Last year on my birthday, Foss decided that I needed tequila. After 3 shots of that crap, I was at home actively sleeping by midnight. That means that I was nose-down, passed out, clothes on, contacts still in. By midnight.

This year, I remember turning down gin/tonics and shots all night. I also remember getting that ride home from Gungor. Thanks, buddy. And then I remember that damn hangover. This time I woke up with my socks on, my watch and bracelet still on, and my contacts still in. I went into the kitchen for water to find my bike outside still and the light on. Oh boy, that Stella Artois gots some kinda kick after a month of staying dry. Then I noticed that my computer was off and there was no music playing. Man, I forgot to even fire up the tunes last night!

I got out of bed around 4pm and went to Rosman’s pad where I gorged on tacos. I was too lazy to put anything on the tacos, it was just shells and meat all night. My hangover got worse as the day ground on, and I was wondering what that was all about after JUST BEER all night.

And then I talked to Whitfield today. At one point he casually said “…yeah, that must have been after the shot of tequila.”

Oh shit, then the memory came back (or at least the snapshot did). Wilton bought tequila and although I tried to say no, I was told that I had to cuz it was my birthday. Real strong argument, there buddy.

But it worked.

And that explains why I woke up to a real DefCon1 hangover with my socks still on. That’s always weird, when you have no memory of getting home and going to bed. I’m not an ugly drunk who breaks stuff and throws punches or anything. I’m more of a goofball who laughs like an idiot when I get too trashed. But you don’t remember getting home and in bed, so I’m still waiting for the day when my roommates get me up in the morning and ask me why I’ve put my bike shoes in the freezer, ya know?

So, yes I had a shot(s?) of tequila and yes, Wilton dies soon.

Don’t blink, buddy. I own the night and you’re next…

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Much thanks to all the folks who showed up for my birthday at Bill’s and then Linda’s. Double extra-special thanks to Gungor for giving me a ride home. I suppose my hangover would have been less if I’d eaten more than one piece of pizza, but all’s well that ends well.

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Webmaster Rosman told me about a service that makes the whole blog thing much easier. So I’m trying it out. I don’t know how soon I’ll change it over to this new look, but I’m working on it. That’s all for now.

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