So the happy hour thing isn't the best idea for me. It means that by 8 o'clock I'm trashed when normal people are just starting to drink. By 10 o' clock I am just an embarassment.
I went to happy hour at Q's yesterday.
I MIGHT have gone with Dan and Emily to a med school party in Pasadena last night.
I MIGHT have made a new friend named Boobs the Nurse.
I MIGHT have talked to Brian the beautiful surfer doctor in training.
I MIGHT have passed out on the couch at the party.
Unattractively.
Drooling.
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