hung over-and-over

this was the day that was lost...
this was the day that was taken from me...

after "work"
i headed to ryan's
for some svedka vodka cocktails
and a couple of abc shows

then
cecily and her lady friend arrived
with some sort of sparkling-type beverage
that was almost (but not quite) champagne

driving
in cecily's car
i remember at one point we drove

but soon after
stopped by the ritz for a spell
(no, not that ritz, a gay bar)

but i didn't have any drinks there

then, some time later
vlada
a stoli blueberi and cran for me
many, many, many drinks for ma' boy ry-ry

and a bit later
once we'd made friends with the muscle-man bartender
i partook in a couple of nameless, faceless gallon-sized shots

but after that
i was finished
done

i picked up some pizza for matthew and me
hailed a cab
and called it a night

i was drunk
there wasn't any denying that
but functional
it's not like i had trouble getting home safely
and i made sure to get some food in my stomach before bed

frankly, i thought that was it

but oh no
my body wasn't finished with me
not by a long shot

and now
a full twenty four hours later
i am just slowly beginning to feel human again

i must lack an enzyme or something...
'cause i didn't drink that much...

or perhaps it was that bartender...
slipping me a roofie...
he must just like 'em sloppy...
and sick...

ugh
the price of glamour
is just not worth it