So Proud

What a great weekend. I didn't even end up participating in a lot of actual pride stuff, since Friday night pretty much took the stuffing out of me. In the best possible way.

Our party was a smashing success. There were 200, maybe 250 people there. The performances were great fun. The crowd was hot. I got to stuff the beaver full of presents. We raised a good amount of money for the bursary society.

I got really drunk.

Anyone who's read this blog for very long knows that I get tipsy on a reasonably regular basis. I like my beer pretty well, and am no stranger to just-another-half-glass of wine.

But this, this was the kind of drunk that was eminently noticeable. At least judging by the reaction of people at the Family Picnic the next day. More than one person asked "How are *you* feeling today?"

Thankfully, I seem to be past the age where I do regrettable things when I'm that drunk. I'm pretty sure I didn't say anything incredibly stupid, at least not to anyone not too drunk to remember. There was some crazy making out with a couple of people, but only people I'd ogled while sober.

I did fall flat on my back at one point, and certainly, I would have preferred not to do that in a well-lit and crowded section of the bar. I believe that's what left the huge deep bruise on my left iliac crest.

Good to know I got a little bit of youth left in me yet.