So for those who don’t know already… Saturday was a bizarre circus-like mixture of hell and hilarity, if that’s even a word. Let’s just say… my friend, A, who was staying over for the weekend, got smashingly drunk, completely made an ass of herself in ways a good friend like me should not repeat on public blogs, vomited /all over/ my bathroom, and provided me with hours of fuming laughter. Hours? No, I’m wrong - /years/. Nevertheless, once the initial horror slash insanity slash furious rage at having to clean up her vomited mess passed, I was well on my way to laughing about the entire incident, while she sat quietly reflecting on the utter idiocy of the entire night.

Nonetheless, she insists she had fun. And in some ways, I guess, so did I. Nothing like true friendship there…

But just in case you wonder why I don’t get out and get drunk… the utter loss of self control is pretty much it.

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