And the next morning I felt FANTASTIC!

So. Last night. Yeeeeeeaaahhhh….

You know what? Screw that. I had a good time. Yes I drank too much, yes I embarrassed myself, but I had a damned good time and it was worth it. And I remember most of it.

I remember having a debate with Evan about housing tax, and I remember carrying it on up to the point where I realized there was a genuinely interesting conversation to be had, but I'd have to sober up before I could make any points or understand his. From there, I wandered inside and proceeded to *attempt* to tell a story about my worst sunburn ever, in an ill-conceived moment of machismo, because my sunburn was totally worse than that other guy's and he shouldn't be complaining. Because man, lemme tell ya man, because seriously, this was, dude, seriously, this was a crazy story. Let me tell you.

My last memory of the evening was noticing that everybody was staring at me while I talked, and thinking that it meant I was either telling my story really really well, or really really poorly. I had no innate sense of which it was, but judging solely from the amount of alcohol I'd consumed that evening, I had an inkling. I can only assume this train of thought was what convinced me to allow Andrea to lead me away from all the sane people and put me to bed, an event which I definitely do not remember happening.

If nights like this occurred (or ever start to occur) with any degree of regularity, I would (will) begin to seriously reassess my method of having a good time. But seeing as this was my only blackout in the past half decade I choose to forgive myself, so long as it doesn't happen again.

I've got a few more new posts coming. I've leveled up again, this time to a new character class (I'm a tax admin now) and I have a new home, which is awesome.