Dan is the bestest most awesomest taking-care-of-type boyfriend ever.

Apparently I just LOSE SHIT when I get drunk.  Last time it was my glasses, this time it was my KEYS!  Mom, George, Dan, and I all went taxi barhopping last night…from Cowboys, which was expensive and sucked, to Moose and Vinnies, which was closed because they haven’t paid their rent, to Sherlock’s, where we had a blast…and I got SHITFACED.  Dan’s been wanting to see me to’ up drnk, and he sho’ nuff got it.  Whiskey and coke + tequila shots = crazy Lisa

While we were still at sherlocks Dan called Cowboys and the taxi company to see if anyone turned in any keys (which of course, no one had).  I always keep a spare car key in my wallet, so that got us home.  Unfortunately, we had already broke a window before I remembered that I never brought in the key I left out for faabulous to come check on my cat one of the last times I was in San Diego.  I’m not EXTREMELY concerned, ’cause I know it’s not too hard to put a new plexiglass window in (hell, most of my windows are thatta way already), but it still fucking sucks that I lost my keys.  It would be nice if they turned up today, but I’m not expecting them to.  My drunk ass probably flushed them or something.

I remember crying when we got home ’cause Dan didn’t really have a great time, but I think most of it was because he doesn’t like George and because all the smoke in bars hurts his eyes and fucks him up.  He wasn’t being pissy about it or anything, he said it was my night to go out and have a good time.  Eh, I was just drunk and oversensitive.  He danced a few songs with me, so he’s good in my book.  ^_^

And now, I think I shall go pee out my butt.

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