My Only Drunken Night

I went to the Serpent tonight to hang out with Paul for a bit. After hearing about my rough work month, Paul gave me a great back and shoulder rub. The man has amazing hands, it felt so good after a tense month. Paul's a great guy :). While chatting with a few guys, I noted that I often drink Diet Coke while others drink beer. It made me recall my only drunken experience. So being one to laugh at myself.. often... I found a photo of this half-remembered experience.


Me, Drunk at 23, with my goofy sister watching from behind

( And the Rest of the Story )

Needless to say, I was miserable for the next two days. While being all tipsy and stuff was fun (I was labeled the life of the party from many family members), but the morning after and the following day was horrible. So I have not repeated the experience since. I generally cut myself off at two beers now. I'm afraid, Patsy Stone I ain't.

As a joke, a friend bought me a bottle of Gold Rush for my birthday... it sits downstairs to this day. It's a very pretty snow globe. :)