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Charolette Sometime (charolette_some) wrote,
@ 2004-03-06 14:17:00
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    Current mood:weird
    Current music:The TV on some infomercial

    Make it santori time...
    Hello!

    Well last night was a whole lot of fun...
    Do you ever have one of those nights where you wake up and slowly as the memory of the night before starts to catch up to you all you can says is "oh crap." Lat night was one of those....
    I started by meeting everyone from work for happy hour at Karl Straus- which started off innocently enough....but four shots of tequila and five beers later it was a whole different story. I'm usually not the one who gets plastered and makes a fool of myself but for some reason I just could not say no to the many drinks that were sent my way. Good lawd! I was toasted beyond belief. I actually don't want to write about all the things I said to people but lets just say that alcohol has a certain 'truth cerium' about it that makes me just spill my guts to whomever will listen. Crap- I'm going to be doing the 'walk of shame' thru the office on Monday. hah aha.
    At about 8:30 four of us decided that we wanted to go eat in the gaslamp so we walked what seemed like 10 blocks to The Bitter End.
    By the time we had walked from the restaurant back to our cars we had sobered up quite a bit so we decided to head over to Pacific Beach to get some more drinks so we ended up driving to Moon Doggies. Luckily Amy knows the door man so we didn't have to wait in line. I must say that the rest of the night is a blur. I can remember little things but for some reason a lot of my memory is blacked out. That's kind of freaky. Just a little. To make a long story short I woke up at Angie's this morning with no shoes and for the life of me I cannot remember what happened to them. I don't remember taking them off at any point but we looked everywhere. Did someone actually jack my freaking shoes? I cannot remember anything. I don't even remember getting home last night. Great.

    Good times. Good times.



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