so being hungover is not condusive to packing things and moving said items to storage...
today began with me waking up at my cousin danny's house on their couch, being stared at by 2 whining chunky black labs... good puppies...
at that point it was 10am... crap - had expected to be back home by 8am - not happening...
head and stomach were fine - just feeling a bit sluggish - okay, a lot sluggish...
had been at a block party on the river last night... a couple of squan cops were having it... wound up playing dice - was the only girl allowed to play for some reason - i think it was because i cursed or something and they were impressed by my tourrettsiness - danny was like "don't do it, Er... they'll take your money"
so, i wound up winning $40 from them... heh.
numerous beers later we headed over to o'neill's...
at this point i'd been drinking coors light froma krazy straw for 4 hours
there was a point around 1:30am where i may have left a message on the RHB™'s voicemail in a pathetic sounding irish brogue
on the way home this morning i made a stop at the new krispy kreme which opened up in brick - the line i waited in for the drive-thru was 25 minutes long... that's nothing compared to the line on foot out the front door - they had security guards there and everything... yep, new doughnut shop in brick is the biggest thing to hit these here parts since the TGIFriday's opened about 7 years ago... this is the only KK in new jersey and it's a mile away from my house... this may not bode well...
oh, look, i m getting IM'd by an ass.... checkout the J&S section...
