I was right about one thing: there was a limo for the work party. We went to a dive bar in Clackamas (The Pink Feather), Chuckee Cheese's, Navarre, Taqueria Nueve, and Chopsticks. We drank Deus, Arrogant Bastard, Chateau Bellevue, etc, in the limo out of champagne glasses. Our driver, Ron, was very friendly. I got very wasted, so did Lana and Greg. We didn't eat until nine, so we had four hours of drinking before dinner. I sat in front of my enchiladas thinking, "I can't eat this. I'm too drunk to eat this. But I need to eat something so I'm not so drunk." Drunk logic isn't always the best. I picked the chicken off of my plate. I drank a lot of water. It was a lot of fun, but the most fun was Skee Ball.
The worst part was when I got super jealous and called Lindsay to pick me up, but she didn't answer. I don't like being jealous, rationally or no. It's an ugly emotion and I'd rather run away from it. I did, it was easy to run away. But I was upset when I got home, and my ankle really hurt, so I took a whole vicodin. In retrospect, that wasn't the best idea. I slept well, though.
Brunch with Douglas was really interesting, mainly, I think, because we were both out of it, albeit for different reasons. But afterwards I got to listen to a bunch of music with him and Lisa: the earliest Fleetwood Mac, T-Rex, some Glam rock from 1972-1975.
I think that's all.
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