So Yeah. I'm hungover as all get out right now.

See. I quit drinking. (Just bear with me, smartass.) Sometime in October I got really sick of the whole scene and how pointless it is, and I didn't find joy there anymore. It was just the same people, the same places, the same stupid thing. Every weekend. I couldn't handle it anymore - I was getting blasted every weekend and my social life consisted of trying to get these same stupid guys (uh, read the same one stupid guy) in our "friend group" (AKA guys we partied with) to notice me. Long story short, I guess, I sort of freaked out one very drunk, drunk night and ran out of a bar crying hysterically.

So that kind of struck me as my time to change wake-up call thing.

So suddenly my weekends became very quiet and very productive.

I still indulged in an occasional throw-down (read: Vegas), but for the most part I was Sober Sister.

But last night, last night we tore it fucking UP. Zep, Drum, Mo and I went to "trendy downtown nightspot." A place I frequented a lot back in my diva-every-weeekend days. It was the same shit, but we were prepared to get our drink on in quick ways, so it was really a means to an end.

Then we hit a "work" party. Some designer girl, who'd been there forever, quit and this was her last bash. Like usual, I talked to the same four people, but this one was actually fun. Normally I just see people and think of what I owe them, or them me. I managed to not talk about work, and that's always a score.

I was in rare form.

Mo and I demolished a 12 pack in really record time, sick as it is, so when 1 a.m. rolled around and the house started clearing out, there was no way we could go home. Zep dropped us off in the bar district and we ended up running into Morris and Mike. Morris being the "leader" of our former "friend" group. Mo went to college with Morris, and he's basically a raging alcoholic with a million hot male coworkers/friends. He's an asset, really, although he makes me want to spoon my eye out he's just such a boring asshole.

But Mike's a sweetie and went to college with a lot of boys I work with. Mo and I have had a little "competition" over him for awhile. Basically, we both think he's a cutie but realized the chances of either of us hooking up with him were slim to none. (Hmm, foreshadowing much?)

So we had a few more Lites and watched a decent cover band and shut the place down. Morris and Mike started talking about after-hours and made some calls. And see the whole late night thing is what I love/hate about them.

Not a weekend, or the occasional weekday, night went by in college that Pony and I didn't late night it. That was the norm. It was part of going out. But good god man, you're like 27 and you're still having after-hours? Whatever.

I was about to pass out at the table, so Mike bought me a Red Bull. Yeah, yeah, you out there in California with your "we've had that forever, we get everything first, you're so slooooow in the Midwest" little song and dance? Pipe down.

One sip and you're grossed out by its sweetness and totally jolted from the caffeine. But I had a serious second wind going, so what did I care.

We buzzed over to the after hours, but not before they swung me by home to let Tego out. (See, always the good mom. Even wasted at 3 a.m.)

This guy's apartment was mad crazy, and he has a kegerator. And not one of those ghetto-ass fraternity house ones, but like, a real tap. So there was that. As if I needed to consume more hops.

We just drank and talked and listened to music. The guy who lived there was super cute, but brought home some dumpy girl from the cheesiest joint in the district. Lame. And why does it seem like everyone went to OU? Where are all the Miami kids?

Around 4 a.m. Mike drove me home. Let me just say a dog is a great conversation piece.

So yeah. Then that happened.

He left around 6:30 and I crawled into bed, only to wake up four hours later so I could meet Mom and my brother for lunch. It was the first time in awhile I've seen G without his horrid girlfriend. Oh yeah. They got back together. We're all pleased as punch.

So today's been basically a waste.

And so has this entry. Sorry. Dead brain cells and all.