Today was a blur. I
Today was a blur. I had a 9 o'clock that got pushed back to 10 with my boss, so I actually didn't get out of the office until 10:45. By 11:00, I was half way through a Grey Goose martini and nibbling on habanero shrimp and ceviche at Cabo with Mark and Greg. Two or three martinis later, we walked over to Minute Maid Field and settled in for the game. About 4 double martinis later, we forgot about the game and went through a cleaning exit to get out next double out of the park and towards the car. Vodka looks like water. Interesting fact that assists in drinking a double martini in front of several passing police cars in downtown Houston. I toast my "water" to you. Greg headed for Sugarland and Mark and I headed for trouble. I switched gears to Tanqueray and tonic, and of course it took several of those get rid of my jonez for more Grey Goose... that's good hockey. After mark and I parted ways, I went to dinner with Maria Elena and Michelle at Mi Luna in the village. The food is good, but I question if the tapas are really worth the noise and pretentious crowd. The wait was over an hour, but I called ahead to get my name on the list. Apparently the girl was in a giving mood because normally restraunts here don't do the name thing unless you are present. Mi Luna had Spanish dancers tonight (complete with castinettes) and a traditional style Spanish band. After the tummy was satisfied, I had to stop in and visit with Harry and Eric at Baker St. since they were gigging there tonight. I ran into Charles and Alex. Is it possible to get high on water? LOL. I must be. I had been drinking water since before dinner (I was on the martini/gin and tonic roller coaster until 6 o'clock) and I'm getting this random dizziness again. Odd. Alex (who I haven't seen in over a year) said that I looked good... like I'd been working out. wtf? I am in the worst shape I've been in... well... in my life. Obviously, he was hanging from the crack pipe when he made that comment. It's after midnight so I can safely say that the countdown to my birthday is on four. Maybe I can just sleep through that entire day and it'll be like I didn't have a birthday at all... yeah, that's what I'll do. 
I’m a huge fan of Grey Goose but you have to be soo careful with it. One minute you’re like, “Ahh I’m fine! I can have another!” The next minute, you’re on the floor. When stuff tastes that smooth, does it still give you a hangover? Hmm, next time I partake of GG, I’ll be sure to not screw up my experiment by mixing in different alcohol. Sounds like a plan. And right after I drink this wine, I’m SO on it. Maybe tomorrow…
18 MARTINIS??? I think that’s what you said....I believe I should re-check my voice mail....
You sounded remarkably lucid to have been swimming in that many. Remarkably.
Q-tips. And cotton balls. Sporks aplenty. Over and out, gleefully drunk boy.
(ahem) SPEEDWALKER!
A reminder from those who care:
Take thine milk thistle, o ye of most assuredly tattered liverage.
The cats (shudder) asked me to remind you. They say they’ve got it easy over at your pad and wouldn’t want to take the chance that their next owner would be a Pepsi-swilling, berry-collecting, angry-rocking disliker of kitties. They are fond of the stray Diet Coke that hits the floor and your sleepy alcohol-saturated smell in the mornings.
Fucking cats. So selfish. Always thinking of themselves.
It was definitely NOT 18.
ps. milk thistle is my friend.
pee ess… fucktard.
;-)
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