Now that was a Friday night. Damn. I was 'drunk' for about 7 hours straight. I use the words in quotes because I never made it to hard core drunk. More of a nice solid buzz. Which was nice. I feel pretty good this morning even with going to bed at 4:15am. Why the debauchery? Moving. Elaboration:
Yesterday I had nothing on my plate really and in the morning I conferred with my boss and he gave me the day for packing. Which is how B and I spent the majority of the day. From about 9 until 1 we packed. We finished off the clothes (after doing laundry) and one of the big sore spots, the kitchen. That was 9 boxes unto itself. As a result, we discovered a good number of half or quarter full bottles of booze. We already had one set of friends coming over to hang out and decided to invite two more. The six of us started eating and drinking around 7 and everyone left at 4. But mission accomplished. We polished off everything that was going to have to be packed. Sense of accomplishment. We also played games, talked, and had a really fun night. Nobody got stupid or made any party faux pas. A good fun night was had by all.
Because of all the packing we did yesterday, we can take today easy. I need to pack for my next trip as well as check-in for my flight, but that's about it. We have a show tonight and we don't have to arrive at it stressed out.
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