06-24-00
Last night I went out with a male friend, who I sometimes go do stuff with because his girlfriend has such a busy schedule he rarely gets to go out with her, and he lives with all of his friends, so he doesn't want to go out with them. Anyways, we usually go play pool, or watch movies, or whatever. Last night's entertainment of choice turned out to be going to 5 different bars downtown, stumbling home drunk and apparently, although I don't have a clear recollection, making out with him until I told him to go home. How do I know this if I can't remember it? That would be because after he left, I managed to start today's entry last night, and while it was mostly incoherent and all, it detailed this indescretion in glaring technicolor detail.
Fortunately, I was so drunk that I was incapable of finishing it and posting it for you all to laugh at. So we will all just suffice it to say that I could have become the other woman last night, but I didn't, and this horribly awful really bad hangover that kept me abed until 4pm is my penance for this horrid transgression.
