Y2 D242

Nothing like waking up in pain from sleeping on a piercing, wondering why you slept on said piercing since you know better, and then realizing it's because you're on a couch in a strange house and not in your own bed...

Yeah, one of those nights/mornings...

I do remember starting to walk down to the beach at one point and telling everyone fuck this, I am cold and I am going back...

All in all I am feeling pretty good this morning, I mean minus the hangover and the need to puke...

Mentally, I feel good, and that's all that counts. I have no regrets or complaints about last night...

So...

During the day I hung around the house and did errands - took care of the cat, gave her a bath (waterless shampoo), sprayed the house for fleas (7 month protection), cleaned the kitchen, etc. Pretty boring stuff. The sun peeked out at one point so I kicked it on the patio in a chair and soaked it up. Small little nap.

I headed over to the pub where the party was happening around 6:20. When I got there, my directors and their incredibly hot friend were already there. I started double fisting gin and tonics ordering them two at a time because it was crowded and I knew I wouldn't handle waiting. Karaoke started around 9. We went at it at least until midnight. I remember getting into this discussion with a young girl and I think I asked her out. I honestly don't remember if we set a date or not. She's on cast with me and I have been shamelessly flirting with her so we shall see what happens. I didn't sing on stage, but I sure sang loud and took a lot of pictures.

We ended up back at my directors' house and for once I wasn't the one puking or falling down. Oh wait, I did fall down once. I just remembered that. Don't remember the context, but I definitely fell down at some point. Huh. Go figure. I told them that I wasn't driving home and would be happy to sleep in the driveway. I ended up on their couch and here we are. I have to go back in a little while for a rehearsal. I believe the incredibly hot friend will still be there. At least I hope she is. Ironically she lives near the OLD place I used to live. Why the hell didn't I meet her then??? Cest la vie.

Ok, I need  a fucking shower...