Noooooo!

Oven's doesn't work: no banana-chocolate muffins nor lasagna. Two things that would have improve my week very, very much.

Hello, campus cafeteria.

Or I just might try to do the lasagna on the tiny toaster oven, and buy lots of baked shit I didn't make.

I made a caramel apple pie last night. It was very good, but I should have used a little less sugar with the caramel.

It may be time to unearth the bread machine.

t sheepish

I'm awake and not feeling all that bad, surprisingly. Thank you guys for being so supportive and sweet. Since the first thing DW said upon waking earlier was, "I'm so embarrassed," let's keep the conversation here (as opposed to, say, Facebook) so I don't have to tell her I blogged the whole experience.

As usual, Buffistas saved the day! Thank you.

{{{GC}}}

I'm glad you don't feel like hell. How's DW?

She is still sleeping. I anticipate she won't be feeling too hot, unless all the sick last night means the booze is mostly out of her system.

I'm also shocked (and relieved) that all our stuff made it home with us - except our posters. I feel bad that we unintentionally littered. Forgive us, Silverlake!

I have WAY too many embarassing drunk stories. I usually turn off or crawl somewhere to sleep before they get too bad, but still.

I have a friend who ate paint. And another friend who spent a New Year's in a bathroom with double doors at a huge college party with people who kept coming in while he was, um, sitting on the toilet with diharrea while trying to make the violent vomit make it into the sink opposite.

Your drunk story is pretty sane and logical, GC! You did all the right things!

(BTW, the girl that ate paint? One of my best friends, but she sometimes gets feisty while drunk and thinks she can drive. So one of her girl crushes always diverts her by making out with her while we sneak her keys away. Works like a charm.)

I'm so glad GC and DW are okay. Remember, a lot of the bad feeling from hangovers is dehydration. Also, I have found that the hair of the dog really works, if you keep it to about a swallow of liquor. More is not better.

I am so far behind on everything and very, very broke. It's making me very twitchy.

I have done most of my really dumb things while being cold sober.

I don't really have any, but I have no life, so you don't want to be like me. I shit my pants in front of Symphony Hall once.

glad to hear GC is ok the morning after. I love how we Buffistas rally together. We really need our own nation/state. Maybe call it Utopia.

Since I bought the basic baking ingredients, I spent the morning baking. First time from scratch in YEARS. The cookies taste ok, but look horrid. I suspect I "softened" the butter too much. The cookies oozed real thin while baking.

Also, NBC is showing a 90 min thang on this years Paralympic Games. About time. Why not broadcast the games? I guess Title IX doesn't cover that. Something is better nothing.

{{Ginger}}

omnis, keep writing those baking posts and I'll have to ask you to move in.