welcome to hell

[threeplusfire]

I am alive, upright. No one dyed my hair green. I have the single biggest bruise I've ever recieved in my life and it hurts my entire arm when I move. My head has stopped spinning, but it aches fearsomely. I'm not throwing up anymore.

I can't remember a damned thing after leaving the second bar. Wait, I have a brief flash of the bartender girl breathing fire. That must have been the flaming Dr. Pepper shot I did. Obivously I was not thinking.

Actually, I'm not sure if I do want to remember any of last night. Damn. I'm usually the sober one. I have now emulated the hordes of frat mattresses on Sixth every weekend, because someone must have carried me out of that bar. I sure as hell didn't walk out on my own.

Comments

[elionwyr.livejournal.com]

Oh. My.

Can you download your mental image of the fire breathing bartender..?

[elionwyr.livejournal.com]

Uhhh...
Yeah.
Brain fart.
(sigh)

[melyndabelinda.livejournal.com]

You'll have to thank Sam for that... I was getting the car.

[jonqui.livejournal.com]

wow. I miss out on all the fun stuff!

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure it was fun... but then, I can't remember. ;)

[jonqui.livejournal.com]

I must admit, 6th St. is one of my least favorite places. I went Sat. with a friend for her last night in town...that means i have another two years before something drags me there again.