At any rate, Seth parks on the completely dark street, and our adventure begins. The party was okay, the A/C was not. It was struggling to keep everything below 500 million degrees, which I believe is the temperature at which all mass spontaneously combusts. Did I mention how hot it was?
After a couple hours, the crowd had thinned a bit as people left (or melted). We decided to make our leave and head back to Seth's to play in the pool and drink lots.
Seth, I learned, has a fully-stocked bar, and Stace began mixing. I don't really remember what I drank. It might be easier to figure out what I didn't drink. It wouldn't be long, however, before I'd remember why one shouldn't drink that much. Much of the night is a blur.
The final time I woke from my sleep was at 10:00 am. I remember this because of the traumatic method in which we were awaken: by a demonic radio clock alarm. The radio was evidentally set in between stations. The ear piercing white noise came on in full force like a screaming banshee who'd just had her nose hairs waxed.
I was then awake. Very awake. After my heart slowed down to only 5 times its normal rate, and the color returned to my face, I thought out loud, "that's an efficient way to wake up." I briefly thought such a method would work for me (not being a very big morning person). But then I realized that waking up terrified probably would only work a few times before I violently destroyed my alarm.
I somehow managed to drive my hungover self back over the hill and to my bed. I spent a couple hours lying down before having to drive to OC and back.
I was way too beat to do anything Saturday night, so I just chilled. ucpsychguy had work early in the morning, so he spent the night. I was still sleeping when he called at 10:30 (that would be AM on a SUNDAY). He had bacon. I think I'll do anything for bacon, including wake up. But now it's time to sleep........