Well, I dressed up as Mike Tyson and proceeded to get really really drunk at a bar/party. Now, my recollection is really fuzzy but at some point I blacked out and split the knuckles on my left hand (um, punching maybe?). I remember people telling me that there was blood on my face, but I was all like "no no no, it's facepaint!!" No, it was blood. And then I left the bar with this chick for a cigarette, we didn't get back in, and I proceeded to go back to her place...and to her neighbours party, which would have been fine except I was way too drunk to handle meeting new people and probably just stared into space grimmacing (This is how I imagine it anyways). And then I passed out in her bed.
I woke up in the morning, still drunk and kind of depressed and proceeded to make sweet sweet love to her because, hey, I was already there, right? And then I walked/stumbled through downtown to the skytrain in my costume at 2:00 PM on Sunday in the worst walk of shame of my life (probably).
