Red Wine and Tandori Chicken Don't Mix

I woke up on my couch at some ungodly hour last night with a mouth full of vomit that I had to cough up onto my beige colored living room carpet. Nice. Apparently drinking three bottles of wine (pinot noir, pinot grigio and merlot) and munching on tandoori chicken all night leads to this. And man, red wine puke is the worst of all pukes.

But I'm not mad. Or embarassed about the throw up session. Wanna know why? Because I had a fucking good time at my house warming party, that's why. Everyone loved my food. And the place. And I'm kind of pissed that only Jordan and myself drank copious amounts of wine, but you can't turn a Sparks and PBR crowd into wine drinkers over night. So I'll deal.

We got pretty drunk and played Pictionary late night. I recall telling stupid stories and entertaining the crowd. I don't remember pissing anyone off, something I'm prone to doing when I'm drunk. Tena brought over the Juice, a guy I've only met briefly before, and he was a decent guy. Mike brought over his girlfriend's kid brother Wes, a high school kid who probably just thinks we are all old. And I invited a chick I work with over named Cinthy. The usuals like Sydney and Joolie and their respective boyfriends were in the mix as well. Nice containable group. No fights, no drama...just fun.

If you want to see a bunch of boring pictures, then go here.