sobering truth...

What kicks off a night right better than a couple of "Car Bombs". Needless to say, I was pretty drunk when I agreed to this. If you want proof, zoom in on my shirt and you'll notice the wine stains. I managed to keep myself looking respectable until, literally, the second the wine show ended, when I promptly spilled a few drops on my shirt. What's more disturbing about this picture is the fact I'm getting totally man-handled. I mean, look at me! I barely have the glass touched, while Ozzie and Harriet over here are cleaning up. I never really thought of myself as a light weight, but maybe it's time to accept my fate. Bring on the leisure suits and ovaltine, cause my time is done. All in all, however, this was quite an eventful night. Shouts out to Carlos and Trista! Man I'm lame...