Some of you got texts from me at 3am. Now I'm at work wearing my hangover glasses.
I got a simple, "Wooooo!" Hahah I was jealous.
Probably all I was capable of at that time. At least I slept in my bed and not on the couch again!! Friends that are bartenders are awesome, but working after their birthdays is toooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh.
When I reach a certain level of drunkeness, Lord Huron starts to play in my head uncontrollably. Not saying it's a bad thing, just saying it happens. It's time to run.
"She Lit A Fire", no? That's another good one.
That's like when I'm to that level of drunk and see a girl across the bar that catches my eye. It's sort of like a movie scene, with the slow motion, everything goes silent except for "she lit a fire." That's how I know I'm hammered.