In a move reminiscent of, well, just a couple months ago, I drank way too much last night. Lauren and Nick extended a very nice invitation to eat some of their fancy vegan food, and since I’m not one to turn down free anything, Nicci and I happily accepted a meal packed with pasta, kale, beets, beet greens, salad, asparagus, mushrooms and olive bread into our bellies. Also, I had a couple Knob Creek drinks, including one which was magically transformed into a mint julep! Before leaving, I grabbed a plastic cup and poured some more Knob into it (for the walk home). When we arrived back at Nicci’s, a small gathering of people had taken over the house, so more drinks were consumed. Someone had one of those cute 375s of Black Label, which will never escape a party without touching my lips. I distinctly recall getting Phoebe and Ilya out of her little bungalow and convincing them to join the party. I think I walked down the street with my pants around my ankles. I also think I urinated in the street and waved to Nate with my free hand as I pissed and watched him park his car across the street. Things got a bit dicey as the clock neared midnight, when one female partygoer came to the sad realization that the liquor she so enjoyed throughout the night was not long for her stomach. I passed out shortly thereafter, and woke up this morning feeling absolutely horrible. Thank God I do not have to work today. I’m still somewhat dizzy and dehydrated, but I have too many errands to run. I can’t justify laying around all day due to a hangover. That’d be lazy of me.

The moral of this story is: It was a good night. Not quite this drunk, but definitely not this sober. It wasn’t as fun as this wild time, but miles better than this depressed-and-drunk night (there’s Nick!). I wasn’t drinking Andre, and there wasn’t any dancing, but there was a lot of Knob Creek and a wonderful night of sound sleep. The soothing sounds of archived episodes of 7 Second Delay were a nice touch. The greasy eggs and bacon for breakfast were a nicer touch. Watching two OG’s staring down the menu at Patra unsure what to order, I couldn’t decide whether or not to speak up and make a recommendation. My affable nature pushed any fear aside and I loudly declared that both men should try the double cheeseburger, because it was incredible. They thanked me, ordered, and thanked me twice more after tasting their food. See, I’m not racist! The rest of the morning after has been rough. I shouldn’t even say morning, it’s almost two o’clock in the afternoon.

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Now…some sonic explorations straight from Japan!

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