farewell party

I'm in recovery mode right now from an abusive (to health) Sunday night when I drank as if my sole purpose was to destroy my liver in one sitting. I know I've got an exam coming up and I probably should have been chained to my desk, polish and brush, but I figured that stressing too much about passing isn't going to help me pass. 

And that was my excuse to unwind and party! And conveniently, there was a farewell party going on for a dear friend last night, and so I what-the-helled it and drank and danced and drank and smoked and drank. And then drank some more.

So there's a music/darts/shot bar 3 minutes from my place and it has a pole. 

For pole dancing. 

So, naturally, dancers gather and pole dance. I was a little shocked at first when I saw some dancers practicing their routines at the bar in outfits that would barely cover what they're intended to cover, but I am used to it now, and also the concept of pole dancing doesn't make me make a face anymore either. Especially after last night, when one of my dancer friends taught me how to swirl around the pole without looking like a complete loser! It was fun. 

Explains all the bruises I had this morning.

Today, I wll:
*Drink 4L of water
*Won't drink any alcohol
*Study like a boss