hangover [hang-oh-ver]
the disagreeable physical aftereffects of drunkenness, such as a headache or stomach disorder, usually felt several hours after cessation of drinking
Synonyms include: drunkenness, aftereffects, crapulence

There's a part in "School of Rock" where Jack Black asks his students if they know what a "hangover" is. And they respond, "It means you're drunk." And he responds, "No, it means I was drunk YESTERDAY." Hahaha! Yeah, we can laugh about it now, but last night, for those of us who either yacked, passed out or blacked out, it didn't seem so funny.

We partied at Tokyo Delves for James birthday. I usually volunteer to be a designated driver on party days, but this time Randy was kind enough to offer, plus the celebrant said, "Anna, you're getting drunk that night!" I kind of WANTED to get hammered anyway. That's a rare desire for me, so I ran with it. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! haha!

It's very hard not to have fun at that place. It exudes a PARTY 'TIL YOU DIE attitude that is as apparent as the servers high-fiving and cheering you on upon entrance. As soon as we sat down, our waitress Heather asked us if we wanted to drink anything and, with no hesitation, we requested SAKE BOMBS! We got a keg for each end of the table and just went at it.

"When I say SAKE, you say BOMB!"

"Sake!"

"BOMB!"

"Sake!"
"BOMB!"

And then we pounded on the table until every tiny cup of sake, perched atop two chopsticks hanging over the mug, splashed into the pool of beer and then....WE CHUGGED!...and chugged...and chugged some more. As far as I can remember, I had 3 sake bombs in 20 minutes, and another one after I had food in my stomach. James had a sake bomb every time we all had one, in addition to some 1-on-1 let's-see-who-can-hold-their-liquor-the-longest contest with Pat. Pat won!

What happened during the last 30 minutes at Tokyo Delves (I remember doing the "ByeByeBye" routine on top of the chair with everyone and eating. Yes, I definitely ate), up to the moment Fantone dragged me up the stairs at my house, is kind of blurry. I remember A LOT, but there are bits and pieces of the evening that I've heard about but don't clearly remember.

I know that some of us made it to CityWalk (Rach and Mark had to take Cile home because she was nearly passed out in the car. hahaha!), but we didn't, or rather couldn't, stay too long because James and I could hardly walk on our own and, well, the products of inebriation started to PROJECT themselves. So Randy took me home, Fantone helped me get to my room, Randy took James home and then...a few of us had a REALLY LONG NIGHT. The partying ended by 10:00 pm. Hahahaha!

I haven't been hung over in a long time. I'd forgotten how awful it feels. Just lying in bed I didn't want to blink or breathe because every movement caused my brain to pound with fury.

GOOD TIMES, THOUGH!!!