Networking

Last night I was debating whether or not to go to a networking event with MediaBistro. At the last minute I decided to check it out, as I usually have fun at these things. It was at the Bubble Lounge in Jackson Square, where an Absolut Citron on the rocks costs $9.00. It was a big glass, but still. I ended up having three of them (this was a bad idea), and I realized I could have bought a whole bottle of the stuff for my $27 plus tips.

As usual, I was there from the beginning of the party to the end. I met a bunch of people, and some of them may very well be able to assign me some additional writing work. Sweet!

Then I met some gays and we took the bus to the Pilsner for an additional beer. It was about this point where my blackout started. I left the Pilsner and on my walk home got a call from Maria, who was celebrating her birthday at Dalva.

I stopped in there and I don't remember whether or not I had an additional drink. Knowing what a retarded drunk I am, it's a safe bet that I did. Eventually I decided it was time to go pass out at home, but then ran into my friend Spider on the way out. We had a conversation but I don't remember a word of it. I hope we didn't figure out a cure for cancer or anything.

The rest of the night is a complete blank. I found some greasy paper in the trash, so I'm guessing I got a slice of pizza somewhere. This morning I also found a mystery stain on my sheets. It was more of a mystery smush, actually. It kind of looked like bird poop but I doubt a bird pooped in my bed without me noticing. I don't think it's pizza cheese, and it didn't appear to be a body emission of any sort, so who knows. I needed to do laundry tomorrow anyway.

** Update: I think the mystery stain was athlete's food powder. I'm still washing the sheets.