Here is a picture of a colt licking its leg.
You know, you'd think someday I'd finally get that if I drink too early in the evening, I'm pretty much useless for the rest of the night, but apparently, I never learn.
I met my friend S. after work at Sam's Pizza for Happy Two Hours. Well, at least it was happy for me. I got stuck for a bit on a stupid, played out topic and I totally can't hold my alcohol, and S. totally can, so I don't know how happy it was for her. Thank god it's always all about me then, huh? No, really. Sorry S.
Earlier in the day, my friend K. messaged me to say that she and T. were meeting at George's after work, and did I want to come out and play. Since I already had plans with S., I told her I'd try to catch up with them afterward. When I finally met up with them, I said two things, "I'm not allowed to drink any more beer and I really need a cheeseburger." I met T.'s friend M. who was pretty awesome.
At one point, a guy M. knew came over by our booth to hang up his jacket and M. asked him if he got his test results back. She was talking about some business class they were taking together, but we were all thinking of those tests you sometimes have to take after you drink too much and go home with the wrong person who may or may not have left you with a present that needs to be treated with antibiotics or special creams. When she finally figured out why we were laughing, she said "You, you and you," pointing at each one of us individually. "You are all dirty." She catches on fast, that M.
I got home by eight thirty'ish and tried to play a little BioShock, but I was worthless and tired and too lazy to get very far. I'm at the point now, where I just want to finish it so I can get on with my life and do those little things, like washing dishes, making dinner and bathing regularly, that seem so much less important than saving an imaginary underwater community at the hands of a maniacal dictator. You know?