Taking the old liv-liv to drunk town...

In preparation for our various weekend trips (yours truly to Chi-town, blondie to Vegas), we've decided to get in a few good workouts. Specifically, we decided we needed our livers and kidneys in fighting form.

It started innocently enough on Wed. A call from a friend who managed to get herself dumped from jury duty... we needed to celebrate! Yay! No more jury duty! A whole group of us went to eat cheap sushi and drink expensive drinks. Party C left after a bit, she had a hot date to get home to, but the rest of us moved a few streets over to booze it up with the residents of the Financial District. (Blondie had killed himself running out to the Pacific Ocean on Wed, so he was home dying). Jury Duty's sister came out, and it was all bets off by then. Party C's date ended up bailing so she called Blondie and they went out in our 'hood. Yours truly kept pouring them down in the Fi-Di.

Then, it was time to go home. But not quite. Instead of just doing the smart thing which would've been realizing I was drunk, I decided Party C and Blondie needed some company so I joined them at the bar in the 'hood. Uh. Right. All of us were schnockered.

Thurs was not pleasant for anyone.

Thurs night Blondie went and got a nice shiny new haircut (he looks HOT), and then called yours truly to meet up at "the place between the pharmacy and Zazie's" (i.e. the bar in the 'hood). Then we went to grab some dinner where we ran into the Porn King and his friend Kari with a K. Porn King suggested giving Party C a call, so we did and she came and joined us. It was just a few drinks, but enough to give yours truly a spurt of drinking power. It was an early night b/c Blondie is on his way to Vegas EARLY today.

I don't know about Blondie and his friends, but Slick better watch out... I'm ready and raring to go after the last few days. Ready and raring...

Go Colts! Or rather, just Don't Go Bears.

--K