Ow. My head. And tummy.

Ah, the rigors of drinkin' during the week. I went out last night with the lovely Babs, with Lestat joining us later on. As usual, when I set out to have drinks, I make it my MISSION to drink lots. And smoke more than I mean to, usually. Dont get me wrong, I dont mind. If thats my party MO then thats the hand fate dealt me. Party on.;)

Anyway, we had a lovely, wonderful time. I hadnt gotten a chance to talk to the lovely Babs in like forever, and we never really have gotten a chance to REALLY talk. So it was tremendous. Also, I got to chat with Lestat, who Ive known since forever. (He was actually present for my first hangover, and in the next room during my first sex! Kooky how it was the same day.) So good times.

A funny thing happened when I got to the bar last night. A waiter that we have had the last few times came over, and said "Jack and coke, double, right?" I was like, "hey....yeah.""Will Catpants be joining you?" I said no, that I brought all my womens there. It was just funny, because I think Ive screwed around and gotten a joint that knows me. Its pretty cool.