- after-work-party in 1994 = I still smell like a cheeseburger
- friend's parents were out of town = I don't care that I smell like a cheezeburg
- friends of friends of friends show up = some guy on acid freakin' out = me slowly gathering feathers and sewing up a duvet
- freaked-out guy gets escorted home = me having some drinkie-poos
- check my work schedule for the next day: it reads 4-7pm.
- drink, drink, etc, drink
- sun rise = blurred vision/memory = realization of horrible mess = lack of good judgement = drink whatever is left in the fridge
- clean up = bend blinds back to "normal", double-check duvet (realize that best effort counts), mop up puke, shake some people awake and roll them out of the house, chew gum
- arrive to work on-time..."4 - 4, turn-lay 6, turn-lay 2 - 8... (+ grill order)...sear-lay 6-12!!" FACK! ::throws sear tool in closest honey pot:
- 7pm = not so much. I was scheduled until midnight.
I have no idear what time it was that I started drinking again, but I DO know that two days became one...no, three.