Sister Act Part Two: Back in the Habit

Have you ever woken up after a late night of partying and thought back about the evening, but you only have flashes of the night? And you put the story together and check in with your friends and it's sort of like one of those Homer Simpson flashbacks, where you remember yourself daintilly drinking tea and playing croquet but really the Apocalypse went down. Because of you. That's sort of how I feel about Monday night.

It's all quite hazy, I only remember bits and peices of what happened. I remember a lovely sushi dinner, I remember drinking in a very red bar and I remember smoking outside with Jamie. A fine and dandy evening, right? Well, allegedly, that's not exactly how shit went down. Keep in mind that Jamie, Kate and I began drinking a fifth of whiskey at, like, 2 in the afternoon. We went back to Jamie's house around 6 where we drank another fifth. We went to sushi at Jamie's favorite neighborhood joint where we were thrown out for being so obnoxiously loud and drunk. Oh and Jamie may or may not have puked there, no one is very clear on that detail (but if you hazily remember it happening...it probably did.) We then went over to the Red Room where Jamie insisted on us getting a booth and drinking champagne. We hung out there until we were so obnoxiously loud and drunk we were cut off and thrown out. And Kate kept smoking inside. And I may have puked. Then, as the story goes, Jamie's girlfriend put Kate and I in a cab and sent us merrily on our way.

Damn.

Keep in mind though, this is all alleged. If you don't remember it happening, it didn't. That's the rule, right?