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I blacked out somewhere after the second bar last night. Maybe the third I can't be sure. I did black out, that I am sure of at least.

I didn't make any stupid phone calls, send any bad texts, or spend money though. These are the plus sides to blacking out.

I also remember the brussel sprouts. Really damn good brussel sprouts. Where were we when we had those? Damn. I wish I could remember.

I am serious about this. I just found my phone. I thought it was lost, but luckily it was just under the bed. Yay. Small victories.

Work was good. I met the new client and they seem to have been okay with me. No major issues. I delivered on a couple of tangibles and they bought off. Again, Yay.

I am not quite sober yet as I type this. 6:46am and still drunk. No yay for that.

But as always, I am dressed, looking good and ready (?????) to go.

After work my co-worker and I played tourist. We walked from the client back to our hotel right down the middle of all the tourist spots. I saw the FBI building, the old Post Office, and the White House. Kinda cool.

Fuck I need advil. Now.

After going back to the hotel, we went out drinking and eating. We went first to this place called Stan's where they serve you a $10 drink in two glasses. The gin in one, the tonic in another. Seriously it was three shots of gin and a half a shot of tonic and they let you mix it yourself. Had two of those.

From there we ended up on K street. I don't remember much from there. A girl named XXXX, her boyfriend, OH!! That's where I had the brussel sprouts. yes, that's all I ate last night. Don't judge me bitches... Who am I kidding. Judge away.

From there we, and I mean me and the girl, yes I took her from her guy because it is what I do, ended up at a gay bar. I don't know. Don't ask. I got her in a cab, passed out, and here we are. That's it. That's all I remember.

Yay me.