I don’t really remember much after my fourth long island ice tea… By that point my eyes were seeing the world around me but my head wasn’t really trying to process anything. It had more important things to worry about… Like trying to keep my stomach in line during the drive home…
The night started out a bit dicey as I was running completely late. My new gray shirt was at the foot of my closet all wrinkled, so I had break out the iron. My a$$ jeans where missing, so I had to find a replacement. My wallet was missing but ended up in my pants. The list just goes on and on… After about an hour worth of delays, the girls and I ended up at Voodoo. Fortunately, there weren’t that many people at the club yet so we got a table and the fun began.
To sum up the evening, Diane, Marietta, and I drank ourselves into oblivion. My taste for long islands finally caught up with me and I ended up passing out a few times at the club. To wrap up a long explanation when I pass out I typically mean I fall into a coma-like state for a few minutes and then wake up not realizing that I was asleep. After a little dancing (yes I was that drunk) and some more drinking, we decided to call it a night.
We somehow got to my car and of course I couldn’t find my keys. As it turns out they were in my pocket (yes, that makes sense while sober). After somehow stumbling back to Tammy’s car, we all heading back to crash. Tammy was house sitting for some friends, so when the door opened the dogs came a running… Needles to day, drunk Jon and large dogs just don’t work…and we’ll leave it at that.