Not that exciting. In fact, it may be a race between "peed in the tent" and "so full of meat" as to which is more interesting. The cat-baby person is just succeeding in pissing me off.
It's raining today, and since I have left 5 umbrellas in 5 bars, I am umbrellaless. Although I'm sure there are 5 overpaid drink-pushers that will be dry as a camel in the hot desert sun. Nevermind that I've made out with a few drink-pushers in my day - never you mind that - my roommate sighing and telling me that "going straight to the source" is doing a number on my own perception of what's acceptable for/in drunkenness. It's ok, right? A little sugar for a little sugar?
Wait - did I really just type that?
And now for some absurdity, from here.