Don’t tase me, bro!
Friday night, Mandypants came over, and we all danced and sang to ’80s frat boy rock like Journey, and discussed and drank all night. Saturday, I nursed a most vicious hangover, and missed out hanging out with Tiff Tiff. Sunday, I was back in full gear, and J Co, Mandypants, and I had mimosas at the Goldust, passed on the overly priced buffet and drag show at the Starlight Room, brunched at Foley’s, then returned to the Goldust.
I had my first shot of Fernet, which both grounds you from any flighty alcohol you may have been consuming (e.g., champagne, oy!), and serves as a diuretic–which I discovered just this morning circa 4:00 am when I started pooping soup. At the Goldust, J Co was hit on by an accountant "with heart" (more like a hard-on for her). And we dubbed Irish bartender Lorraine, a "lepricunt".
Good times.
Folsom Street Fair is Sunday. I’ll be one of the four people in jeans and a T shirt, but by God, I will be drunk.
