For some reason right before the F2F I got all weird and shy. I'm pretty sure that I could have handled the Too Much Candy aspect with all the booze.

I really could have done without the weird flashback feelings of when I used to get drunk and make a complete ass out of myself.

Not that I think I made an ass out of myself at Prom, but it stirred up stuff.

Still I had a great time and the only things I regret are the hangover and no picture of billytea in front of the naked mole rats.

Tomorrow I'm going to do nothing except read comics and type up my F2F thoughts.

Did anyone lick Teppy's scar this year?

No, damn it. And there was ample opportunity.

I totally forgot about Teppy's scar until I got home. I would have licked it though.

Well, I made up for some of the teetotalling Buffistas. When I left Washington, I was so many sheets to the wind that I probably could have flown out of the city without benefit of an airplane had it been breezier.

When I left Washington, I was so many sheets to the wind that I probably could have flown out of the city without benefit of an airplane had it been breezier.

Matt, that's the only way to fly.

I stayed sober. Hubs made up for me.

Matt, that's the only way to fly.

It did keep me from strangling The Child Who Would Not Shut Up who was across the aisle from me on the Dulles-Atlanta leg of the journey. It had the world's most annoying voice, like Jennifer Tilly's, only it never, ever took a break to stare vapidly off camera while trying to remember the next line.

it never, ever took a break to stare vapidly off camera while trying to remember the next line.

Bwah! Tilly's most redeeming quality, if I recall correctly.

Hmm. How about a Grate-Off reality show pitting Jennifer Tilly against Joey Lauren Adams to see who can cause the most injuries from people trying anything to stop. that. noise.

I drank a couple screwdrivers, no big. I wasn't going to spend six bucks per for more cocktails.

Does anyone know what our final alcohol tally was?

I drank well into the double digits on the drink count. I know that I was mainly refilling the same glass so I could get a count from the number of limes in the glass. I ended up with a new glass at three different points. I remember counting 5 limes in one glass at a random point, and 8 limes in another glass at a random point.

I went to get a new drink about midway through the party and the bartender handed me a glass of Vodka Tonic and said, "No, this one's on me."

Amazingly, I wasn't hung over.