So I drank... a lot.  The only weird thing is that I woke up and didn't feel bad, in my head anyway.  I could focus, move around, everything was fine.  The bad part was that my body wasn't the same.  I was sweating, my whole body was sore, and my stomach wanted to poop (I put that in there to make Graeme happy.), so I pooped and went back to bed.  Then I needed to poop again (three times makes everything funny), so I went to the toilet and just sat reading Playboy.  Then my stomach started to churn more and I just said, "Fuck it.  I'll puke" and I did.  Not a lot, but just enough that made me feel good.  The puke coated the toilet a bright orange color!  I was perplexed but when I just sat down to type, I realized that I took Advil last night to avoid a hangover. I'm thinking that's what it was!  Either that or I was eating orange glow sticks... How drunk would I have been to do that?!

Interesting shot that I had last night.  The Vaporizer.

Blue Curaco
Jagermister
Bacardi 151

You light the sunofabitch on fire, let it burn, put out the flame, drink it, then suck out the fumes with a straw.

Indescribable. And I would never drink another one again.