a farewell weekend

here's a list of the things that were keeping me from posting:

1 liter of tanrei
4 (or 5, or 6?) white peach sours
3 bottles of smiroff ice (the red one)
2 (or 3?) shots of jager
a glass or two of moet champagne
and a gaggle of gay boys in ni-chome.

also noteworthy:
some unbloggable moments (yikes)
a very fuzzy memory
a threesomething AM cab ride
puking in front of a fancy hotel
sleeping (er, passing out?) for 3 hours
a seriously debilitating hangover (makes top 3, easily.)
on a regular day of work
plus a kids' christmas party (had to be santa, too)
then round two of drinking
visiting old haunts
and seeing old friends
saying goodbye to a dear friend
and crying more than was probably necessary

all in all, quite the weekend.

i hadn't been out clubbing in over 2 and a half years
(no need to double check your math, it's no accident...)
and i'm proud (or embarrassed) to report i haven't lost my touch.
i fell all over the dance floor while laughing and apologizing
but lucky for me someone seemed interested enough to catch me!


and, more importantly, in those few hours, i had not a care in the world.


yeah, reality's a bitch, ain't it?