Drunkity Drunk Drunk
It finally happened. I had a weekend with no plans whatsoever. So what do I do? I went to the French Quarter all weekend and got bombed! I could blame it on my friends buying shots. I could blame it on me being a lightweight. Hell... I could blame it on the boredom that had passed during the week. But I got Drunkity Drunk Drunk Friday night AND again on Saturday night. Each morning I felt like crap. But you know what? I didn't mind. I got to see so many friends this weekend... it was worthwhile. All this "social networking" costs money. And I wonder where all my money goes? Hmpfh!