The Day After My Birthday

on 06.17.2004

June 16, 2004 I turned 27. I was really dreading turning 27, which is only 3 years till 30. And gawd I don't even want go there. It's now 7:30 pm and I just got over my fucking hang-over from last night.

So here's the stats: started drinking at 5:00pm and stopped drinking at about 5:00 am, 5 bars, 1 rack of ribs, countless beers, jagers, and 3 pukings. Here's the reason for the puking, I tried to drink some water before going to bed so I didn't have the hang-over that I got anyways. Well after chugging two pints of water it occurred to me that I was going to toss my cookies. Let me tell you, that was some power puking going on. And the best part of it all was some sort of cunks of salsa. But I didn't have any salsa, so it is very strange. I must have had an outta body salsa moment some time last night. After the violent pukings, I passed the fuck out.

I finally rolled into Command Central at 12:30pm or so. Scott, who was out with me the whole night, just gave me the "I can't believe you are just now getting in" look. But don't feel bad for him, he rolled into the office at 10 and proceeded to nap all morning long.

I gotta say it was a great night, I had a fucking ball. It's always great to go out and get plastered with friends. So it's about 8 o'clock in the evening, and I am feeling a lot better, so I think it's time to go find some beer and do it all over again.

Peace and chicken grease,

Jay D., jay@crazyshit.com
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