Sunday Funday

Christiane needs to take a break from Sunday Fundays for a while because after yesterday's escapade, I don't think my liver will ever talk to me again, seriously. It innocently started with just hanging out eating food at the Wavehouse with Kitty, T-Rex and the Freaker-Outer. The nachos were good, but apparently tequila was better. We all had about 4 shots and were convinced that nothing was affecting us, so up went the hand and another round would come. I don't know who thought taking 9 shots of Patron, a shot of Jager and a Red-Headed Slut was a great idea, but they (or me moreso) were sorely mistaken.

There was dancing, there was laughter, there were blackouts. I haven't had that happen to me in a really long time, but it did. O did I mention we got thrown out of Wavehouse? For whatever reason, I have no clue, some random security guy went up to T-Rex and told her/us to leave, we didn't really know what was going on, we just followed suit. We travelled over to the Sandbar and the guys that work there/with us made ridiculous amounts of fun of us, with good cause. Also, this is for you Jan, I demanded and refused. It was great. I demanded hot wings and 10 beers, cause that was a great choice, then apparently I refused to pay for them and walked out. I don't know why or what I was thinking.

Clearly I had a hangover by 1030PM and both Kitty and T-Rex yacked. Considering I thought I hated tequila [until last Weds when Cody, Brooke, Dave & Chris pressured me into taking Patron], I held my own quite nicely. I can't tell you my stomach doesn't still hurt and that my head felt great last night, but I recovered nicely to say the least.

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