it was my sister's wedding yesterday, made it out sober until our dear imelda insisted on going to B One @marriot.
2 long island teas (jugs) later.....everything went into a blur. While at the club, it was a nice kind of "blur" cos even the crappy band sounded better.
Anyway fast forward a few hours, my ass feels glued to the couch, totally stoned and i feel like the crappy band migrated to playing in my stomach...."Bleah"
Ok nuff for now, words are starting to gel together before my eyes...
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