Saturday, the booze gods saw to bless me with drunkenness. An open bar, at an actual bar, then a cash bar with dinner. I don’t remember how many drinks I had, but, it had to have easily been in the double digits. I stopped drinking at 10..I think..or whenever they closed the bar there, and at 2 I was still feeling the effects, and by 4 everything was more or less good. Except my hangover started by then, and it’s kind of hard to tell when a hangover starts/being drunk ends. So, as I was driving home, I was really glad for a couple things. The first is that the car I was driving was a Buick. The thing was dead quiet and it had a glass smooth ride. My hangover only left about 5 hours ago. I seriously hate those things.