That card up there? That was my mentality going into last night. I regret that decision a little bit, as my brain is pulsing and I have the world's worst dry mouth. It's actually possible that I came home and swallowed an entire package of cotton balls (wasn't that an episode of Strange Addictions?). This is what happens when one drinks for 6+ hours. And then there are those times when you're having drinks with your girlfriends and someone just pulls out a lion costume. Because I don't know if I've mentioned it, but I'm doing a group costume again this year and I AM GOING AS THE COWARDLY LION. And then you put it on in the middle of the living room and it's not even a big deal. And then this happens:
And of course, my personal favorite.. I'm really pretty:
Too bad I didn't bring the costume to the next stop - which was apparently a muskrat party? I don't even know, except that I was practically blinded by flannel. And the girl whose house it was seemed to hate me. But, hey, no worries. With how it's been at work lately, I'm totally used to that feeling. All I know is that I just can't party like I used to, folks. It's not going to stop me from trying, but it will probably (slowly) kill me on the mornings after the fact.
I hope you all the rest of the weekend. I'm going to a pumpkin carving party today and I hope that my nerves aren't too shot. I'd hate to bludgeon myself with carving tools.