Three-day weekend, four-day hangover

I think I killed an awful lot of brain cells this weekend. Last night was the first time I got to bed before 3AM since Thursday.


On Saturday I had a hoot at Cheap Date, Metal Patricia's party at My Place (the bar). There was bar dancing and eighties' hair metal and fire and horrible blue shots that tasted like gasoline and pineapple but only cost a buck. (More pics here)

On Sunday my friend Liz (Dr. Retard's sister) was in town so we decided to go out for a quick drink. What I didn't realize is that Liz had been drinking since 5 in the afternoon and popped a Vicodin shortly before my arrival.

Everything was normal at the Phone Booth, then I realized Liz wasn't there anymore. (The drinks are strong.) So I headed outside to look for her. I called to find she was five blocks away, and didn't know where she was going. It was at this point I figured she was pretty intoxicated.

So I walked down to meet her. When I got close Liz didn't recognize me, and actually thought I was a mugger coming to assault her so she ran away and hopped into a cab while I was standing there calling her name. It was at this point I figured she was extremely intoxicated.

I then called her cell phone again but she didn't answer. I started walking home. I called again and she did answer and it turns out she was right near me. So I met up with her again (this time she recognized me) and escorted her back to her sister's house.

At least one night out of three I wasn't the messy one.