Alcohol is seeping from my pores. It can’t happen fast enough because I’m feeling so hung over right now it’s not even funny. When you go three weeks without drinking and then starting drinking again, the alcohol just hits you a lot faster. I probably should have stopped with the first vodka tonic, but I went on to drink another. I was having too good a time hanging out with Carlos, Ms. Shasta, Mike along with a few other non blogger friends. We stared the evening by taking in a Chicago Bulls game. Despite their less than stellar season, it was actually a good game and the Bulls pulled out a victory over the New York Knicks. After that, we headed north to check out a party that Mike knew about. For a $10 entrance fee, we got to see a couple bands play live and had access to an open bar. So definitely got my $10 back in drinks alone. We saw one band named America’s #1 Sweethearts, that had a band member named “Fag Balls”. We tried to find out how he got the name, and more importantly why he would allow it to stick, but never really got a clear explanation. Maybe Mike can find out and report back on that later. The evening ended with a trip to Golden Apple for breakfast and I was snug in my bed around 3:15am this morning. Now trying to remember some of the conversation from last night, as after we all had a few drinks, it got quite racy. Maybe Ms. Shasta or Carlos will write about that on their blogs.