I wake up this morning with a raging wine hangover. Wine is a great drunk. It’s cheap, it’s fun, and you look classy when you drink it. Especially when it’s boxed wine, or “goon” as they call it down under.
Joe wakes up with this written in ink on his shirt.
Apparently it was from this girl.
Joe tells me he made sure to “write his email address all over her” as well.
In our morning haze, we begin to look back at photos from the night before to piece things together. It was all too similar to The Hangover. Still not quite sure how the events transpired, but it sounds like we had a great time.
Walking around the farmer’s market downtown today some girl comes up to us and starts talking. Our brains, still a little slow, take a bit to register exactly who she is. Suddenly I remember - she’s headlamp girl. This Canadian dame was wearing a headlamp out to the bars last night, and apparently we took quite fondly to it. She wants to go out with us tonight, hopefully I wake up with that headlamp on.
Also, there was a cat in my bed this morning. No idea where that came from.
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