Margaritas + beer + carrot cake + after 5 + apple martini + Jagermeister & Goldschlager

Ugh. I think I'm still drunk. Whoever created the Jagerschlager is a sick motherfucker. I talked to The Music Man yesterday. He's getting divorced from my now ex-friend, Blackout. Seems she woke him up one day and said "I want a divorce. Lawyer up." No shit, I couldn't make this stuff up. So. The Music Man calls me, and sounded so damn deflated. He's such a strong, speak your mind kinda dude. She hurt him. I may hurt her. Anyhow, my ex was heading to my house to pick up the rest of his stuff last night, so I met MM for Chili's and a couple of Petron and Grand Marnier margaritas. Poor MM...his tale of woe...then Jethro called (that would be the big snuggly one)and he was all happy and wondering what I was doing. I told him I'd see him around 8. By the time I got there, whatever happened at the meeting had wrecked his mood and stolen his mojo. :( So, he went home. I did not. Ex-Gov and Maybelline came in, and she had won some money. So she started buying drinks and shots and shots and drinks for everyone. Ex-Gov's dad died. He's not in a good way, and the General wanted to shut him off. At last call, I could have and should have gone home. But no, the Gout wanted to go to the bad bar. I said okee dokee, as long as he drove. He did. I got an apple martini, and some young pups were hitting on me and the D. They convinced us to try the Jagerschlager thing. UCK! Fucking NASTY. I tried to do it, I really did. Then I got up - and promptly puked. Well, not promptly - I made it to the bathroom anyhow. Sweet Jesus, though. LOL...the D just called. Said she's never been sicker in her life. The shots that puppychow made us try were called Liquid Coke. Bleah. She called to find out if she made an ass out of herself. I had been somewhat worried - she did just kind of vanish and stuff. I made the bartender promise not to tell Jethro his new girl poured herself in there at last call. And tonight is dart night...good Lord..... ;)