It’s 3:30 in the morning and I’m listening to the incomparable Sarah Vaughan murmur “They say that falling in love is wonderful…”
I just got back from Spiderman 3, which was good. Not fantastic. Not superb. Good. I liked the darkness of it, but there were some parts and storylines I could have done without, while they could have developed others. Visual effects were stunning as always. The ending, though – lame.
The past 24 hours have also been memorable for another reason.
I got high at work.
Somebody spilled an entire bottle of nail polish behind my desk tonight. I had to clean it up, and the only thing that would take it off was nail polish remover. I had to use an entire bottle, and without knowing it, I got a little high.
I couldn’t stop laughing for a solid hour. I made a complete ass of myself, making stupid jokes, mixing up words, and laughing at things that just weren’t funny, and had a headache later on. Everybody in the store was killing themselves laughing at me and my loopiness.
THIS IS WHY I DON’T DRINK! I was soooo silly. And pale. My eyes were glossed over. Oh, I was a mess for awhile. First time it’s ever happened, and hopefully the last time. Luckily, it all cleared before Spiderman 3 tonight.
And it does make for one good story…