Mostly, the only thing I remember is getting to the bathroom at some point and yelling, "GOOD GOD! DID SOMEONE F*** A FEATHER IN HERE???" I have an impression that pretty much everything out of my mouth was something like that most of the night. This is confirmed by someone I never met before running into me again today and saying, "Hey! It's the fun drunk lady!" I'm sorta glad I don't remember much. Hell, I don't even remember posting my last entry. I kinda don't wanna know what inspired it. Oof.
Oddly, I woke up without much of a hangover. Good thing, had a big day. First eolh, inmostlight, and I were going to go see the Bond flick. Unfortunately, Matt and I got there late, after it'd sold out, and couldn't find Adam, so ended up calling Ray and finding food at the Mexican place on Atwood (not Mad Mex, "La Fiesta" or whatever). Then went back to the Colony to watch the last of the party wrap up, and say goodbye to yukon_jack and Holman before they took off, play some more Hunter: the Reckoning on the GameCube, and take a nap. Then it was off to Zombo's to see Yary in from San Francisco and Boo in from Arizona! Long day! Now I'm at work!
Which I should get back to doing.