h.u.n.g.o.v.e.r....

I had my first Irish Car Bomb last night... "why?", you ask? Because the bartender gave us 5 when only 4 were ordered and the devil inside me thought it would be a good idea to not let it go to waste...

well... the devil was WRONG... I spent the remainder of the night trying to throw up, but of course I can't, because I haven't eaten anything since lunch and I have NOTHING in my stomach...

the uncanny part of this whole story is I wasn't going to drink last night... I was the driver... I had one cocktail when we got to the pub... and that's it... absolutely no intentions of overindulging...

needless to say... the one drink plus a car bomb put me over the edge and I feel like shit warmed over today... thank god the Jedi only had a couple beers over the course of the night and was able to get us all home safely

I'll probably update again later, but right now, I've got scary movies to watch and coffee to drink...