Last Night

Happy Birthday Kelsey. I'll just start with that. I have no idea what happened last night. Not a clue. How do you go to a bar with like 8 people and manage to not come home with any of them? How do you wake up this morning and realize everything is missing and you don't know how you got home? I blame tequila and the Masshole.

Series of events this morning:

• Wake up and don't know how I got home.
• Lay around and really contemplate how I got home.
• Realize that I came home alone in a cab, even though Smellso, Greg and Pooper were all with me and coming home to the same place.
• Thought about it and realized I took said cab home to my old house (Whore Island), which I haven't lived in for about a year now. Cabbie was pissed at me.
• Don't worry I then realized that I got him back for being pissed at me, yeah I yacked on his door. Classy I know, but that's all I could do at the time.
• Walked the Murph and saw that my shoes were outside, couldn't figure that one out. My bra was in the hallway. I still don't get it.
• Cleared it up this morning when Smellso told me she came home to me sitting on the front porch alone banging my shoe on the front door cause I didn't have a key. I don't really remember that so we can go ahead and say it didn't happen.
• Did I mention I lost my phone last night? Searched everywhere today and couldn't find it. Sat down on my couch and heard the beep, got stoked and called it again. I found it. Where you may ask? It was on the bumper of my car outside. Duh, where else would you put it?
• Went to put my key in my car door and it wouldn't fit. Turns out I managed to bend it incredibly badly last night. I don't really ask questions.
• I'm still hung over.
• Pooper yacked at 530PM today.

On the plus side, our 1-9-1 softball team went ahead and won the championship during the playoffs today and earned a good looking trophy. How about that one? Don't act like you aren't impressed.