i broke the rules. i only have two rules when i’m drinking, and on canada day i broke them both. not only did i skip the glass of water i normally drink for every glass of alcohol, but i drank on a completely empty stomach. i hadn’t been hungover in years, and i guess i was starting to think i was exempt. yeah, not so much…

so i guess i should probably thank evan, who took care of not one, but two excessively intoxicated people that night. he chased greg around, keeping him from drunkenly attacking any of the other peaceful partygoers, or falling down the stairs and breaking his neck. he helped me upstairs when i went from zero to almost unconcious in under an hour (i think… it’s all really blurry, not positive about the timeline). And he sat beside me and tried to hold my hair as i expelled massive (and i do mean massive) quantities of pineapple juice and stolichnaya (and nothing but) into a bowl beside my bed, because i couldn’t even stagger to the bathroom.

ev, i’m really sorry you had to deal with me making an ass of myself like that, but i’m really glad you were there. thanks.