Went to a party last night.
It was a housewarming party for two of our friends. They moved out to BFE and got a very nice house in a very nice planned community. Not my cup of tea, but it's nice. Ended up playing a couple of drinking games (Spencils & Pictionary). I never understood the reasoning behind drinking games. If you want to drink, drink. If you don't want to drink, don't. Anyway. In all I had 4 Tequiza's, 2 shots of some trendy vodka, and a shot of Vanilla Sky (No, that was a crappy movie starring Tom Cruise. Not as crappy as Solaris, but crappy nonetheless). No, it was Skyy Vanilla. Anyway, great fun was had by most, and I enjoyed seeing friends again. It did suck driving 345683 miles to see them, but it was worth it.
After the 3-day drive back (in truth, only 40 minutes, but it seemed like forever), we went to bed. At 4am. I awoke with the sensation that someone was fertilizing a cotton crop in my mouth with fresh bovine manure. It felt like the surviving brain cells from last night were having a loud funeral to help send off their fallen comrades (I wonder what I've lost by killing off those cells). My mouth was dry, and I could tell that my breath smelled like proverbial ass. Right now I'm drinking a 365™ All Natural Cherry Vanilla Creme Soda, which is helping the dehydration quite nicely. When I first got up, I downed 3 ibuprofen tablets, which seemed to have helped end the pain. Now my only complaint is my feet are cold (it's amazing how 69 degrees feels cold).
Time to go snuggle with Cynthia and find out what we want to not do today.
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