in case of hangover break head

Steve's friend (whom I'll call April) came in at midnight on Friday night. Meaning we didn't get to the club till one in the morning. Meaning we had an hour to drink. In retrospect we probably shouldn't have gotten three shots and a double mixed drink each - or at least, I shouldn't have. I had an amazing existential crisis yesterday in which I didn't want to exist if I had to feel that way. I attempted to calm down myself by watching StrongBad cartoons and my Buffy season one episodes (which I am completely willing to indoctrinate loan out) till Steve and April got up. By that time all the breakfast places were no longer doing breakfast, and I wanted bacon like you don't even want to know, so we hit IHOP.

Then we bought a bunch of DVDs and came home and saw 10 Things I Hate About You, which just never gets old. Steve also got an airpopper, so we had styrofoam popcorn with lots of salt and butter. And then we got ready to go out, I was still in no mood for dinner so I met the two at Noiselab, where BT was supposedly spinning (he didn't go up till after 1am). The first DJ I didn't really care for, but the next one was awesome. I'm a trance cretin but I can still tell what's good and what sucks, and this guy (Dig Dug, I think he was?) was good. The only problem was that it was amazingly frickin' crowded with no ventilation whatsoever. There oughtta be a law about that. Anyway I was feeling mild claustrophobia (which I only feel at venues where I can't breathe IF there is someone really tall about an inch from my nose right in front of me, more or less) and plus still a bit hungover (I had one drink and it nearly did me in), so I wanted to leave. Went to Contour, managed not to die, talked to some people we hadn't seen in a while...

And then one of the bouncers tapped me on the shoulder. He's cute but not my type so it was weird when he asked me how it was going. But then he said "You aren't as drunk as you were last night, are you?" and I'm like "hell no, thank god." So I knew I was fucked up, but man, when the bouncers know too, you know you're doing it right. Or um, wrong, as the case may be. Still, it was funny.