Sunday, June 16, 2002
Its all over but the crying...
Well the stagette went well, but for some reason I couldn't get drunk to save my life.
I made jello shots (pint of vodka), and a bucket of frozen daiquiris (quart of rum). "The Bride" and I polished off most of the daiquiris and I had about 20 jello shots before we even made it to the bars.
But no matter how hard I tried, I was pretty much sober when the lights came on. And I was worried I would get so drunk I would throw up.
I don't know....maybe I am getting too old for this shit, and my body is saying,
"I don't know about you, but I am NOT spending the night talking to 'Ralph' on the porcelain telephone."
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