I Fell Off the Wagon
Of being in relatively good health, that is.
I made the mistake of going out on a Monday (school) night. On paper it seemed harmless: having dinner with two friends and a former manager of ours who just drove in from Vegas.
Dinner turned into dinner and drinks. Which became dinner, drinks, and dessert. And gradually ended up beng dinner, drinks, dessert, and a drag queen (a trans woman, but I go for alliteration). (By the way, if you ever have a chance to catch Candis Cayne at The Abbey, I actually recommend it.)
I was congested this morning and am trying to stay awake as I type this, but it was well worth it. After all, a fag hag has to visit the mother land once in a while.