So I had "one of those nights" last night. You know, you're planning a quiet night alone of drinking. Nothing big. You hope you run into a couple of people you know. But you want to be home by midnight. You're not planning on going out, running into some jager bomb fanatics and having to go get more money while you're drunk.

What I've done so far today:
-Wake up(most challenging by far)
-Cradle the phone in bed because I should be at Dan(notonthisblog)'s house playing video games
-cleaned the sink
-opened a bunch of windows
-set up a bowl of grape nuts. Its currently sitting on the kitchen table waiting for me. The cereal needs to soak in the milk.
-Tried, and so far failed, to actually finish sobering up.

How much did I drink last night? Somewhere around waaayyy too much. Bunch of beer. Bunch of jager bombs, which I am never doing again. And some shots of Jager. Jager is my new Rum. That means I don't drink it anymore.

I've also got a totally rad bruise on the bridge of my nose. I have no idea how I got it, but it was bleeding at one point becuase there is totally a cut there. For a while I thought I lost my glasses in some bar fight I don't remember. I'm guessing I just bounced my face off the sink or something. There's a whole lot of fuzzy from last night.

Additionally, if you see Steve Burns or Matt Coleman today, tell 'em I'm totally still drunk. Because, yeah, its funny and sad.

Go me. UGH.
- posted by Pat @ 2:35 PM