"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
Labor Day weekends always seem to be a bit anticlimatic. Not that I had a bad time, mind you. I actually had a great weekend, but there were no occasions to party like these ladies. No, there were no party hats.
I did have a good time hanging out with Paul
Sunday night, I decided that I would get shitty at Rush. Sumner and I started by prepartying with some Goldschlager shots. Then we moved on to blowjobs when we got to the club. I don't remember how many I had. Actually, I don't remember much else. The holes in my memory from the evening seem proportionate to the money missing from my wallet the next morning. At $6 to $7 per shot, this is no surprise. I've not been that faded in a long time.
Oh, and check out my new LJ icon, courtesy of Paul. w00t w00t.