Oof. I went out drinking last night after our open studio night and officially got the drunkest I have ever been in my life. I know I have said that about other nights before, but this time it is official. It was a very weird drunk in which I stopped drinking at one point, and just felt mildly buzzed, but then about a half hour later it all hit me and I became Very Very Drunk. Like, slurry drunk. Very embarassing.

I would like to thank whoever it was who gave me a ride home! Just kidding, I know who it was. (Or do I? Har har.)

When I woke up this morning, I saw that the entire inside of my purse was caked in face powder. Apparently at one point I dropped my compact, then forgot to close it, and just threw it back into my purse. Nice. Another crazy thing I did was to show up at the door of this club with only $1 in my wallet, get informed by the bouncer that it was a $5 cover, and then make a sufficiently sad (coy? flirty? I don’t remember) face to be told that I could just go on in. That kind of thing never happens to me!

Also when I woke up, my pajamas were on all backwards and inside out, and I had somehow taken my contacts out (yikes!) but not put one of them into the case. I found it, all dried out and crinkly, stuck to the ledge on the bathroom sink.

Today was the first time in my entire life that I have thrown up from drinking too much. It used to be my claim to fame that I never had. Now I have no claim to fame. However, I’m no longer sad about my stupid review. Now I’m just angry. I think angry is a much better place to be. You can paint angry.