Have you ever woken up with the thought, "Huh, I wonder if I closed my bar tab last night..."
While I've been drinking more since I moved to Houston (it's a little easier to live like a rock star here), my tolerance to alcohol has not improved. It is at a pathetically low level (maybe the lowest its ever been). I had a glass of wine and a beer and a half.
Drunker than I've been since Ryan Shutte's 21st B-day party! (most of you weren't there for that magical night, or some of you who were there remember even less of the evening than I do (Cade), but trust me, it wasn't a pretty site.)
Fortunatly, both my roommate and I took the Metrorail into downtown, so neither of us had to drive home.
I think the sadest thing about the evening was the fact that I was passed out, in bed, at 11:30.