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it's difficult to put into words how terrible i felt today. despite being in a workshop all week long in san marcos + knowing that i'd have to get up early + make the drive in order to arrive at 8am, i went ahead and took part in our party last night.
little man is leaving for d.c. + we gave him a little 'science/dance' party; he's gonna do neuroscience research. the house looked rad. beakers with dry ice + liquor, several versions of trashcan punch, disected plastic frogs, lab coats, protective eyewear, a periodic table, + a sound system.
things started off nice, the watermelon punch turned out super good + i quickly became intoxicated. somewhere between feeling tipsy, still being conscious of my plan to split the party early + crash at patrick's + the night ending with miguel setting his legs on fire, plus me getting a ticket after the cops showed up for the 3rd time to turn down the music (run, run, run-on), i proceeded to get shitfaced. we even threw in some jaeger for good measure. not to mention we got into a 'breaking shit' spree in the living room + broke liquor bottles, lamps, beer bottles, anything that'd break.
i woke up a few hrs later at 6:30 in the morning. for some reason, this stage of my hangover was kinda fun, i was laughing at how ill i felt. i believe this was the case for the next 3 hrs, because i was still intoxicated. wasted. driving to san marcos at 7, drunk.
after giving my presentation i began to feel very ill and pretty much felt like vomiting the whole day, to no avail. i wish i could make myself throw-up, it's quite difficult.
i feel much better now actually, just got back from going for a late nite trip out on the lake.
last night has me worried about 'hands on a margarita 2004'.
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p.s. check the pic on buzznet. i have to say i dislike blogger's new policy on linking pictures.
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