Working at Skyland tonight.
Went out last night and closed down Duke's in Gresham, OR. There's an outdoor area cordoned off in the front of the bar. Despite the fact that it's well lit in that area, girls seem to talk to me a lot there. One invited me to an "after hours" party at her house with her and her friends. I started to say "sure, let's go!" and then the "game over" light in my big drunken head came on. Some instinctual self preservation mode that sent me right to a sober person's vehicle to get me to the nearest couch, on which I'd sleep. No after hours party. No hook-ups. Just sleep, baby.
And then, the hangover.
Fuck.
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