drunk checkers? first i lost, twice... though in all fairness, the second round i lost by less. then we played psoy and i fared better with that, but not by much. then, in an episode that was similar to one last year in san diego (albeit, not as the sun was rising) we all changed and trotted over to the jacuzzi, which i suspect, is where i must've gotten this giant bruise on my right arm. i have no recollection of when it happened, but falling down a lot must've been in the repertoire.
i woke up in the living room alone, wrapped in a towel. i crawled into m's bed. in the morning, i had to pee. i almost yakked, so i stayed in the bathroom just in case. m knocked on the door around mid-morning to find me asleep on the bathroom carpet.
i left irvine for home at 4 pm, an insane move on my part considering that i was once a zot-zot commuter and should've known that traffic at that time on a friday would be nightmare. it took me an hour and a half to get home. while driving on the 55, with one hand on the wheel and another handling a plastic bagged, i yakked.
once again, bringing a new level of form to the art of the hangover.