Today was my day off again, so I spent it like any respectable guy my age would: passed out in bed. Spent some time wandering through the mall for the afternoon, and picked up some paper and markers so Lois and I can add some color to the room. Attempted to wrap my head around some dive physiology after dinner, then settled in for a quiet night.
Then Lois arrives home, riding shotgun in a car full of already drunk people. They invited me to join them, and without much persuasion, I did. It was a moment for the Bad Decision Hall of Fame.
The night started out rather tamely, having a few beers at Sam's place, and I though the highlight of the night would be the visit we received from an awesome possum. Whoever insisted we do shots had different ideas entirely.
I'll break the travel blog-writer's creed here, and go light on the details. What I will include, for the sake of intrigue: spent a good half an hour speaking as Tiffany, my sorority-girl alter ego, insisted on playing guitar, got lost for a bit in the garden, had a nap on the porch, and left wearing a girl's jacket. Not my best of nights, but I woke up in the morning, so it can't have been that bad.
And I didn't throw up in my Ugg boots!
Yours in Not Looking Forward to the Morning,
Robert
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