ever get so drunk you wake up the next day at 430pm and forget, entirely, what the fuck happened the night before? you find yourself wondering if apologies need to be made, messes cleaned up, photos deleted, long distance phone bills paid...

up until this recent new year's eve, i'd never blacked out in my life. enter sang som, thai rum that tastes like whiskey and has the mind-altering affects of marijuana, cocaine and a tiny dose of LSD. i blacked out so bad on new year's eve, the last thing i remember was asking what time it was and seeing the entirety of the sky over phuket, thailand light up with fireworks and smoke and watching fire dancers dot kata beach up and down. i don't remember the tuk tuk ride home, and i don't remember getting into bed. naturally, i thought bringing two litres of the shit home with me was a great fucking idea.

friday night, the assassination played a show at the picadilly pub in vancouver, where four bands played, i drank way too much beer and some shots and by the time the last band (a sheep at the wheel) went on stage, i was all over the guitar player because he had really cool pants. unfortunately, his wife was there, and once sobriety hit the next day, i felt like an ass. ehh, such is life...

so we come home from the show at like 1am-ish, and hit the sang som. hard. i don't remember much, talking to adam in iowa, changing my clothes a bunch of times, and still being awake, and very, very drunk at like 10 o'clock in the morning. the rest is black. pure blackness. woke up at 4:30 pm, trudged into the living room, and fell asleep on the couch.

agggh, what a waste of a weekend. go bears.