So last night Joseph and I went skating at the Lynnwood Skate and Bowl. I hadn't been skating in like two years, and my legs hurt like HELL for a good portion of the night. Still managed to whip out the pink pumps for the bar, though. HEH.
So, we meet up with his buddy John back at Joe's apartment, then headed over to Twisted.
Okay. Run down of drinks imbibed last night:
Four glasses of Heineken at the apartment
Two glasses of champagne at the apartment
Two jagerbombs
One AMF
One shot of tequila
Random swipes off everyone's drinks
Needless to say, I blacked out the rest of the night. There are snippets where I remember Joe driving around trying to find John's apartment in Lynnwood, walking inside, and then being in the hot tub in my underwear. HEH. I woke up on the couch still in my underwear wrapped in a towel and a blanket. And apparently, we kept on drinking once we got there the night before. FUCKING HELL. I cannot believe I didn't puke. We went to leave this morning and discovered some slight damage to Joe's Mazda. Oh dear. Rims all scraped up and some black scrapes to the front bumper. Don't remember a goddamn thing.
So I get to my car and drive home. As soon as I get there, mom and Terry are ready to head over to Gramma and Grampa's. Not me. Oh dear god, no. I passed out for like four more hours and physically could NOT get off the couch. I literally lay there for two hours willing myself to get up. Didn't even get over here until 4pm.
Happy turkey day. Heh. Not looking forward to work tomorrow.
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