epiphonies upon gin

As I sit here at work desperately trying to get my soup down without vomiting, I have come to the realization that a gin hangover, despite the bouts of anxiety that come with the territory, opens your eyes to realizations that you forget from time to time. Having drank heavily both Friday and Saturday night, I realize my love for gin and my masochistic desire to feel hurt and worry about the sate of my life proceeding these nights.

10 thoughts on this weekend:
1) Charlotte is by definition, the #1 one woman mosh pit who awakens in the morning with gashes and blows to the face and posterior of her body. Though possibly inflicted by me throwing her around while we dance, all of her bumps, bruises and cuts are left to the imagination of all.
2) Johanna HATES buying her own beers and really likes the taste of mine whether it's before I have a sip or during....I am flattered. She also has an amazing ability to black out seeing any of her friends and then harassing them as to why they never showed up. She also has a smile from ear to ear and likes people blowing smoke in her face.
3) Shiloh enjoys dancing around and screaming "GIRL NATION...LESBIAN BAR!!" while pumping her arms in the air. I think strangers assume her to be a big lezbo before they see her husband watching with a bewildered look on his face and ordering revolting shots of wild turkey.
4) Erin - despite the free flowing stench that follows Ms. Flynn after a night of debauchery, she also has an innate talent for running around my apartment like the Tasmanian devil, knocking full unopened forties onto the floor along with a full glass of beer, shattering everything to pieces and forcing me to live in a shit infested beer smelling apartment while Michael and I force back vomit the entire afternoon. To her credit, she did purchase all forties for our amusement at 4:30 in the morning, including purchasing for a minor which happens to be Johanna's little sisters friend....who incidentally woke up on my futon the following morning. Fascinating!
5) Michael, i'm pretty sure is the devil and always seems to convince me that another gin and tonic is a good idea and staying up until 6am is a healthy way of life. It usually doesn't take much to convince me of this, nor does it cross my mind that he is holding my wallet and depleting me of any savings. Waking up the next morning is not in his vocabulary, nor is showering, brushing his teeth or refraining from doing inappropriate things. I am pretty sure that we are each others crutches in our soon to be AA members lifestyle. Looking forward to it.
6) Mr. David Puretz becomes a very musical soul while drunk and likes to sing what he thinks while dancing like a retard. A past time I very much look forward to when seeing him and something i'm quite sure he never remembers.
7) After blaming the bartender of my horrific headache on Saturday morning, I realize that although I am making more money, I still find it impossible to turn down free booze and if a bartender (and an Irish one nonetheless) is pouring me a shot of the most god awful liquid in the world, I will be downing it with a smile.
8) I am still unsure as to what happens during those nights when I return home alone. I never seem to wake up clothed and there is always food missing from my refrigerator...do with that as you wish.
9) I never cease to be amazed that I can have a number of conversations the following morning, none of which I can remember. This however begins to alarm me when my Mother fills me in on what i've spilled to her.
10) In general, we are all fucking crazy and I would be downright bored of life without all of you in it....however, i think we need to choose a universal sign for a cut-0ff time during these nights....in order to preserve the little sanity we have left.....

Looking forward to this weekend!!!