Memo Memo Memo (and Hangovers)

A second memo is due next Tuesday, and I have been working all weekend on it, to the exclusion of other readings and homeworks. Thank God I tried to finish more than a week's reading last week.

This memo seems harder and more complex than the last memo. We have a few more cases to read, including this 20-page long law review article and a very logn case and dissent.

My weekend is not as boring as it sounds, however. On Friday night I went out with a few guys from my section to a local bar, for a drinking event sponsored by a student social organization. After staying at that bar for a few hours, we took the subway to another bar, then a third bar, where we drunkenly played darts. Needless to say, the game lasted for a very long time.

We ran into another guy, D, from our section on the street, and went to his apartment, where we met his Vietnamese boyfriend. I never even knew D was gay before, but I think I was too drunk to be surprised.

All in all, I had about 5 white russians. My memory after going to D's apartment was very very hazy. I think at some point, two of the other guys left to go home, while me and another guy stayed and talked in D's apartment, but about what I have no idea. Then I think D's boyfriend ended up driving me and this other guy home. I staggered back to the apartment somehow and blabbered some stuff to Boyfriend before passing out on the bed. I may or may not have thrown up first in the toilet.

I woke up around five with a terrible taste in my mouth and a burning sensation in my throat. I also had a splitting headache. Stood up, brushed my teeth, drank some milk, and then passed out again on the bed. Woke up at 10 again, and felt like shit. Immediately went back to sleep, and slept 'til 2. This time when I woke up, I felt better. And felt even better after eating a bit. And that's when I began the memo.

And the rest is history.

So, this was the first time in a long time that I was seriously drunk. It reminded me of why I don't like being seriously drunk. Let's hope I remember this feeling by the next weekend.