What too much beer will do

So diary…last night is a blur. Apparently, Katie and I spent way too much time at the little Tex Mex place we love drinking imported beer and talking. I barely remember singing made-up drinking songs with the people around us at the bar, and I sort of recall the coolness of the tile in the bathroom floor, but after that… nada.

Then a little while ago, Katie called me up, and told me she has my capri pants. Nicely washed and ironed. What the heck!? Did I puke on them? Did I pull them off and swing them overhead as I did a panty dance somewhere?

She refused to tell me how she came by them. I don’t know if it is because she is mad at me about it, or just baiting me. I guess we’ll see. I am going over there to get them.

This is why I do not drink to excess. Lord, I hope Sal was not around!