What the fuck happened last night? I couldn't have had more than five or six drinks, but I was wrecked. All I can think is that the drinks were more potent than they seemed.
Either way, here is the wrap up. I spent money that I couldn't afford to spend. I said some wildly inappropriate things, which are not to be repeated on anybody's blogs. I spoke with MAK's mom. I dared one of the blogger boys to whip it out; he sort of complied. I'm pretty sure we forgot to call Zenchick, but I'm not absolutely certain. I finally met Jess and Marc. I fell asleep in the taxi. I didn't get sick. I didn't get a good night's sleep. I feel like crap today.
And oddly enough, I had a dream last night that featured two of the blogger boys. And it wasn't one of those dreams, though it was rather odd. And neither of the blogger boys were zombies, so it wasn't too bad.