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I feel your pain and share it. I'm drinking gatorade, staring bleakly at the wreckage that is my house and eating leftover potato chips & dip. Oooooosh. There must be 100 beer bottles lying around the kitchen.
Coulda been the whiskey,
Might have been the gin.
Coulda been the 3, 4, 6-packs,
I don't know
but look at the mess I'm in.
My head is like a football,
I think I'm gonna die.
Tell me, me oh me oh my,
Wasn't that a party?
I have no idea why any of you would imbibe alcohol! I myself got up in time for church, then came home, got groceries, folded laundry and now am enjoying Public Radio to edify my mind.
Well, realized I had made a tactical error when I ordered that last beer at bar #3; fortunately, I prevented the tactical error from becoming a strategic error by pawning off the last 2/3 of the beer on that Lucifer guy and sprinting for home, where I drank an imperial assload of water before going to bed.
Hmph. The last thing I remember was clinging to cmonkey in an attempt to avoid stumbling in those stupid ankle-strappy heels. Plus that ridiculous wig made me top-heavy.
Sean (Lucifer) was grateful for the extra beer, though. He's young and broke.
Ugh, I woke up early, only because I forgot to "fall back." What a pleasant surprise. NOT hungover, completely able to go get some time in at the bowling alley. My house is a mess, and the party wasn't even here!