Trashed

Barbecue at our place.  9 people.  Steaks on the grill.  Salads.  Beer.  LOTS AND LOTS OF BEER.

Typical May 24 weekend.

Woke up this morning, still dressed, laying in bed.  My iPhone went off in my pocket.

C was sleeping on the couch.  The apartment and back yard spotless.  Poor C.  Sometimes I think he should hate my drunken friends and me.  But he loves to just sit and watch us all get foolish and party like lunatics.

Jake and his girlfriend spent the night (hate her).  Ali spent the night.  Kay and her husband left with the kids, thankfully.  It was a hungover crowd this morning, and pictures.  Well if the neighbors did not already hate us they would after last night.  Now I am here, after a day of flea markets, drinking a rum and coke.  Damn, some days it is good to be me.  

Q if for

Quite hungover.  Sorry I am a bit behind, again.  My last final exam was yesterday in bio-chem.  It was definitely the one I was truly dreading, and it went okay.  But I went home, and C left me a bottle of the Captain and a note that we were going out.  Now C is not known for exactly knowing when would be a good time to get out and blow off steam or celebrate, but he hit the nail on the head this time.
So I figured we would be going to the club.... nope.  He and Ali got together to throw a party, even had Jake there.  I got ridiculously, sloppy drunk.  It was so fun.  We crashed at Ali's place, but around 7A.M. he was ready to leave.  (Bastard).  So here I sit QUITE and utterly hungover.  Do you think I can enjoy my hangover in peace?  No.  I have to work later.  Oh well, at least my hangover was well earned:D