Last night was ... colorful.
Highlights from George's party include George collapsing on the floor and getting very emotional (he was upset he was making a scene at his party; I told him it was his 30th birthday and he was supposed to be making a drunken ass out of himself), vegetarian burritos courtesy of Sara and Lucas at around 4 am, and the cup game (long story, but I got the cup that said "Monkey!").
I'm also pretty sure that I dropped trou in front of Michael Eyeballs. Actually, I'm pretty fucking certain. But in my defense, he dropped trou not once (to moon us) but twice (to show us his "mutant testicle" -- I was laughing so hard, I had to beg him to stop so I could breathe) before I did. And all I was doing was showing off a piercing (and what fun is a piercing if you can't share it with your coworkers? Um, no, wait ...)
So yes. Work tomorrow should involve several "Walks of Shame."
Also, George made me wear my leopard hat all night. It was hot as hell, but Tutu and Chris both said they were getting a "Janis vibe" off of me because of it. Not bad.
Eyeballs shared with me that he used to be a cutter, so I shared with him that I used to be a shooter. He said he liked that term -- "shooter." I told him that a lot of people referred to people who shot up as "bangers," but that I didn't like that -- I thought it made me sound like I was in a gang.
A DJ, a woman doing Mehandi tattoos, much alcohol and a good cross-section of people ... what more could you ask for from a Tuesday night in Pittsburgh?