nonionay | Partied Out

I'm not much of a drinker, nor a partier, but put me in a small group of people I feel safe around, and I'll cut loose. Last night was such a night, and while I don't have a hangover, my neurons aren't exactly firing at full speed. I didn't even drink much, but when your dinner consists of Pop Tarts and some (absolutely yummy) potato dumpling soup, it won't take much. Nothing too exciting happened, but I vaguely remember doing tarot and astrology readings while smashed. I don't usually do that for other people, but I figured, what the hell, it's a great party trick, and since my conscious mind was off dancing in a corner, I could let my instincts cut loose. I think we discussed the Jungian mechanics of it all.

I started to fall asleep on the couch, but they wouldn't let me do that while my head was spinning. But eventually my blood alcohol eased up, and I ended up on the couch. Many thanks to whoever draped a blanket over me, and stuck a pillow under my head.