Alcohol is your friend…
until it turns ugly.

I had a great time last night. Drank a bunch, hung out with friends, and went to the Strip. Unfortunately, on the way home we decided to stop off at what is quite possibly one of the worst Mexican food places ever, Roberto’s. I got the rolled tacos, and everything was great. I got dropped off at home, went to bed, and everything was great.

Then I woke up. That’s the bad part, right there. I think that I got a bit of food poisoning from the tacos, because the headache from the alcohol went away after only a half hour or so. But my stomach. That’s a different matter entirely. As Eddie puts it so eloquently, I “yacked like a champ” this morning. I’ll spare you the details, but needless to say, it wasn’t pleasant.

Now I have to get well enough to go to a gala event for one of the local Synagogues that’s being put on at the Four Seasons tonight.