i'll sign an affidavit to that...

most ridiculous night ever. so shorty brown and gretchen are in town from la this weekend so we all meet up for good times all over the west village. we head from cowgirl to shag, the gayest gay bar ever. the drinks we had were fucking ridiculous: the fancy nancy... the fire island ice tea... out of control. and theeeennnn the duplex. christ. i will now swear on a stack of bibles that alcohol impairs your judgement. so i've been drinking gin and tonics ALL NIGHT and i'd say at this point i've had about 8. then i start getting a headache. sooo what do i usually do when i get a headache? i take some painkillers, so what do i do? take painkillers on top of 8 gin and tonics. sweet. then i have another. about an hour later we're gonna head to the e.vill and chill at vickie's place and surprisingly i'm not feeling so hot. so krystal recommends that i head to the bathroom first, and there i puke my guts out. awesome. i come out, like a champ, wash my hands, and krystal hands me some gum. and this british girl is the only one who can tell i've just gotten rid of the 10 drinks i've had that night, and says, "aww, do you feel bettah?" and that's why british chicks rock.
we then proceed to go to vickie's, where i pass out on the couch for two hours and wake up to see joe powers with make-up looking like a fairie on crack. soooo hot. we had to convince him not to take the PATH train home to jersey like that, or he'd get his ass kicked.