wednesdays=headaches
Mar. 1st, 2006 10:40 amThis is the second consecutive Wednesday I've been somewhat hung-over, which astonishes me, that being very unlike me.
I have to work today and am not looking forward to it really. I'm going to take the bus in hopes of another constructive day like Monday...
Am writing this as I wait for my photos from last night to upload.
Right: Flickr has them.
Most notably:
I do the beer-in-cleavage trick (that, sadly, is the only photo of my costume. Oh well.)
and
Z makes an ass of himself adorably.
There's a photo of the bartender at the Century, too: we call him Doppelcracker because he looks oddly like (and yet unlike, I insist) one
crakor, who used to be Z's neighbor and a friend of mine. We keep forgetting what his name is. I think it's Adam.
Well, anyhow: happy March. I think I'm sufficiently recovered from the four (I'm serious) drinks I had last night (when did I become such a lightweight?) that I can survive an hour on the bus and two hours in the airport before my shift begins. Blah: I hope I get some good writing done in your absence, Internet. Because if I don't it will all be hopelessly pathetic.
I have to work today and am not looking forward to it really. I'm going to take the bus in hopes of another constructive day like Monday...
Am writing this as I wait for my photos from last night to upload.
Right: Flickr has them.
Most notably:
I do the beer-in-cleavage trick (that, sadly, is the only photo of my costume. Oh well.)
and
Z makes an ass of himself adorably.
There's a photo of the bartender at the Century, too: we call him Doppelcracker because he looks oddly like (and yet unlike, I insist) one
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Well, anyhow: happy March. I think I'm sufficiently recovered from the four (I'm serious) drinks I had last night (when did I become such a lightweight?) that I can survive an hour on the bus and two hours in the airport before my shift begins. Blah: I hope I get some good writing done in your absence, Internet. Because if I don't it will all be hopelessly pathetic.