So last night I was partying hardy. And by partying hardy, I mean partying hardly while I observed everyone else drinking and dancing and smoking and asking whether they got laid or not even though they were too drunk to move two feet without falling forward, or so drunk they thought it would be a good idea to stage dive into the sea of floor. And while everyone was partying hardy, I was drinking my cream soda or Coke from McDonald's. Tasted the Jolly Rancher and the Green Apple Smirnoff that reminds me that I don't drink because, hey, that green apple stuff tastes really good and this guy doesn't like the idea of getting drunk or addicted. One sip of both as I watched everyone doing their thing. I played beer pong which should have been called vodka pong, but it wasn't really fair since my partner had to drink everything while I carried around my McDonald's fountain cup.
I got home at 4 AM and somehow I was the one hungover. Now, I've never been drunk or had a hangover, but I imagined that was what a hangover felt like when I woke up this morning. And by this morning I mean... three hours ago.
Blogs are better with pictures. They're also better when you deliver on scheduled content, but hey, at least I gave you a picture. And this is unscheduled, which is better than scheduled. Suck it.
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