You're having one of those nights where you go out and have some drinks with friends. It's fun but nothing wild. You laugh a little bit, you shimmy in place when a bad song comes on, you tell a secret or two. Then you step out, grab a cab at a decent hour, go home and fall into bed. Nice little night. Nothing's missing, you remind yourself you have good friends, you send a text because it feels right, and you're out. Then you wake up the next day and realize you can't remember anything because you in fact, got TOTALLY BLOODY HAMMERED. How on earth?
You slowly work your way through the fog for a recap: I was dancing all over the place. My god. I didn't eat any dinner. I bought rounds for strangers. I had a heart-to-heart with the cabbie about... something, and man, I really meant it. And - uh oh - I sent a text to someone I never talk to which reads:
"you me and food: the movie. coming soon."Then you're like, shit. That one doesn't make any sense. I am such an asshole. But why do I feel so inexplicably good? My head doesn't hurt, I'm walking kind of fast. Words are coming easy. But I'm having trouble typing, so... oh. Right. I'm still TOTALLY BLOODY HAMMERED.