So Señor Eff Jats, the Dr. and I agreed to split a room for a wedding this past weekend. It was a minimum 3 night stay and you better believe we took full advantage of it. 3 friends, for 3 nights in a place by a lake which is inhabited by either the deaf, the heaviest of sleepers, or nobody at all. After 3 glorious days and nights of binge drinking and other related shenanigans (with a glorious wedding wedged in the middle), we went to sleep in our respective beds last night riding on cloud 9. And woke up feeling like someone had just beaten 7 shades of shit out of me. It was awful. I couldn't understand what had happened. Then I remembered the blackout dinner we had the night before we left. Ahhh... Lesson learned.
I learned another lesson today too... Don't trust your friends when your blindfolded.
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