but not in the traditional sense. i mean my liver’s out of shape. big group dinner over at cabo wabo last night.
sammy hagar is a freak. luckily he wasn’t there but not that you’d know given the amount of pictures, paraphenalia and video in that joint.
so back one topic, you just know that there’s going to be trouble when its 3 hours of open bar for the Burton crew. and hence why i’m out of shape. like a typical rookie i blew my load early and got drunk way too fast.
not sure when or even how i made it back to the hotel. i do know that i had one mighty vomit session though. luckily i got to sleep it off until noon followed up by four hours of floating in the pool before resuming drinking.
and therein lies the dilemna. drink more to keep the liver in shape or give up drinking.
a funny aside: taking out my contacts at night is so ingrained in me that i do it no matter how drunk i am. well this time i managed to faithfully take out my contacts, fill up the container and close it up. unfortunately the contacts never made it into the container. they were sitting nicely on the counter in front of the now closed container. oops. luckily i had a spare set.
