got some hair on my chest now at least. Two things: I found a bruise the size of Brazil on my right knee, and it's the same lovely shade as the cranberry juice Erin made me this morning; and I don't think I could've said "I'm sorry" any more than I did last night.
I'm not going to recount the number of times I got sick because I'm still woozy (yeah, at 4:21 in the afternoon...leave me alone), plus I don't want to turn this into another one of those "Oh my god, I was sooooooo trashed last night" stories. Because those are never as interesting as you'd think they'd be -- plus, I'm fucking embarassed of some of the stuff I allegedly did last night.
But I will recount the bathroom shower curtain story...