At some point I'm going to learn my lesson and stop going out on St. Patty's Day. (I'm so hung over right now...ugh, the pain - some holidays should not be allowed to take place on a Tuesday.)
So, do you ever wake up the morning after going out, and as details of the night start coming back to you all you can think is, 'Oh, FUCK no!'?
Did I really say those things? Did I really do those things?
Um, and on a not unrelated note I am no longer seeing the guy I mentioned in the last post.