i was drunk(ish)

guys.  i made it. praise be.
after roughly three months without drinking and dropping close to twenty-five pounds i was completely petrified to drink any alcohol (even though it felt like i salivated at the thought of a cup of vodka).  but when a friend is all "hey for a wedding present can i pay for a limo and drinks?" you gladly accept and mentally give your three-month sober liver a pep talk.  so we did it.  me and my liver.  we made it.

i just so greatly enjoy things of the ridiculous variety.  like mainly pictures.  which i'm sure comes as no shock to you all.  like there's no greater thing than having a picture of myself and shitler looking utterly ridiculous.

and i forgot how aggressive drunk girls are.  and it's certainly something i haven't missed.

like when a pair of skanks called us "DICKS!  YOU'RE A BUNCH OF DICKS!" because my purse was in the limo and i politely said that they couldn't take the limo for a ride around the block.

girl bye.

and i survived mainly because i panicked severely at the bars and managed to guzzle gallons of water.  so much so that i was sober at the end of the night and only ended up with a "i stayed up way past my bedtime last night" hangover.  which, in retrospect, isn't all that terrible.

i only hope every morning-after-a-night-of-drinking ends up looking like this.

he's not nude.  i swear.  just wearing boxers and sitting in such a compromising position that he looks naked and it gave me such a case of the unstoppable giggles that i had to take pictures.
and then share them with the world.