DRODHNER AS FODHNER!
Lesson learned: Tom Sherman and power hours do not mix well. (However, Red Bull and vodka—trendy though they may be—do.)
But seriously. I haven’t been that drunk since Dillo Day 2002. It was bad news—of the unload your stomach contents on the lawn sort. Big thanks to Bucky and everyone for taking care of me. But as Ryan and I discussed afterward, at least I’m a polite drunk. I didn’t drag my sloppy self around the party, hitting on girls and making a general scene. I also made an effort to place the vomit in convenient areas. Very good of me, I think.
Really pisses me off that I missed such a good party, though. Tons of people I wanted to see, and because of my lack of judgment, I was stuck passed out on a bed rather than living it up. Hmm. Live and learn.