Last Night

was ridiculous.

I became drunker than what is socially acceptable. And I had an excellent time.

Tonight, we have crafted an excellent fire pit in our backyard with the advice of the fire chief that spawned Mogli. For the first time in a while, we are certain we are not breaking the law.

BREAKING THE LAW, BREAKING THE LAW.

living above the law?

And we have marshmallows. And a tent set up outside. And copious amounts of whiskey. I swore on New Years with Sarah that there would be (and I quote) "no more whiskey, no more wine". And to this day I have kept my word. But I think that I may have to sample Katie Chisholm's Fireball. For old time's sake....

I fell asleep at Reflections earlier this week. It was probably the shittiest. I don't know why I was so tired, or so cold. But I was, and ended up just passing right out. And then got kicked out for sleeping, despite the fact I maintained that I was sober. Combined with the fact that I also had sideburns and caterpillar eyebrows and a fuckin' bro-hawk, I was quite embarrassed. Being mocked by a bro on a stupid-ass power trip while dressed as one was a humbling experience....

I hate bouncers. They should all just go right to hell. And who is in charge of hiring the bouncers for Reflections?

Eugh.