I’d like to point out that there is nothing scarier than seeing your brand new, 21 ounce jar of garlic stuffed olives replaced with a half-eaten jar of olives after a night of dirty martinis. Luckily, I was informed that after a few drinks, we just started throwing back olives like they were going out of style. I’d also like to point out that while drunk, I have tendency of commenting to and messaging everyone I’ve ever known in my life on the facebooks.

I really ought to just delete my account on my first sip and re-instate it the next day. When I finally became one with the living this morning (after vodka induced Pukefest yesterday), I logged in to find 20 new notifications and 2 new messages. I still haven’t looked at them, mainly because I was afraid to see what I had posted. I don’t think I posted anything offensive (at least I hope not), but I did post a lot. I’m pretty sure no one defriended me, but I haven’t investigated it enough to know for certain.

I also really ought to remember I’m not 27 anymore and can’t spend a night throwing back martinis and beer without repercussions. Well, not unless I eat beforehand. Don’t blame me, blame it on our needing to celebrate Libertarian Boyfriend finding another additional job.

(But by the way? Fruit Punch Vitamin Water, also known as “Hangover Water” in our household, does an amazingly good job in un-hangovering you. That is, unless you have Day After Pukefest. Then I’m not so sure how well it works.)