Under The Wagon

I don't remember anything after 9:30.

I can't find my pretty new bottle of Tanqueray 10 (thanks, band boys!). Nobody better be fucking drinking it, that's all I can say.

I sure hope I have at least a few friends left...

Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeee.


EDIT: I found my gin. It was behind my guitar case, under a bunch of coats that I didn't wear last night. And why wouldn't it be there, really?

Christ, I'm stupid.