Monday, October 20, 2003
Saturday night John and I went out in West LA, both of us single again but still very much licking our wounds. For whatever reason, Guinness has been doing nothing for me, but Boddington's is like getting sucker punched. That night was something of a learning experience, and ended with a random girl buying me a Soft Taco Supreme and later me falling asleep still far too buzzed.
And oh, did I feel it the next day!
It took hours to wake up, and hours to feel human after that. But it was a good kind of hurt.
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