Don't know if anyone mentioned, but went to a show with Fatguy, scoob, Zilla, and scorchy. Had an effing blast, and really appreciated the invite.
Well, I had a blast for the first 75% of the night. My memory over the last couple of hours is a little foggy, as I may or may not have consumed a substance for the first time in years, and it made me a bit of a goofy mess by the end of the evening. I distinctly remember NEEDING to get a slice of pizza at some point and disappearing and eating the biggest, greasiest slice I've tasted in years (but oh, so delicious). Then coming back, apologizing for leaving, and then stumbling off again. I ran into a couple of women from my office and had a drink with them. I thought it would be funny to call them by the wrong names the whole time, and to talk about the movies out now that I've seen that didn't actually exist ("Thor 7--It's Clobbering Time," and "Hi Fidelity 2, Electric Boogaloo"). That was met with a mixed response, I think (confusion? exasperation? lust? pity?).
On the cab ride home, I remember calling the cabbie "Ramone" for some reason, over and over, but I don't really remember why. I don't think it was his name. I then stumbled into the basement apartment that I've moved into and slept like the dead. I woke up to my son prying open my eyelid and telling me it was time to play Call of Duty Ghosts (the X-Box is in the basement apartment with me). I felt like ### and almost puked, but I'm always ready to game with my son.
So overall a successful night. Thanks, Fatguy for inviting me. I really appreciate it.
