Loganthinks

now i don't drive drunk.


but this morning i woke up. and then i went back to sleep.

and then this afternoon i woke up.


and called Jenn. because i was confused.


SO many things happened last night, and step by step, piece by piece she explained to me the cause of all of my cuts and bruises, along with the rest of the goings on. It was amazing. I listened without remembering a single event she talked about, and it was really like hearing about someone else's night. ANd whats so funny is how many things could have gone wrong. When you are as drunk as to keel over backwards and pass out in the middle of a room, you can pretty much say and do anything without restraint or remorse. So naturally, i worried this morning that i possibly got into a fight/kissed a girl/got kissed/broke someone's drinks/yelled at people/pissed on people/lost articles of clothing etc... THankfully all the major pitfalls of being blackout drunk were avoided, although i still managed to do some dumb shit.

this brings me to driving drunk. No.

i didnt drive, we got a cab.

but having no memory of things being recounted to you, and hearing about all the fights that almost happened, all the things that could have gone the wrong way but didint' - It is just like driving drunk.
Other cars and people on the road were actually bad situations like Brendan touching Jenn's butt and then me punching him in the stomach as hard as i could - i made it through. I didnt' have any major collisions.

but my car is messed up.

this analogy is SO DEEP.

i am so deep.

my poor dog has waited patiently for 14 hours for a walk. and tho it's rainy and shitty outside. i will take her.

onward.


there was much love this weekend.
Going out in style....