one martini, two martini, three martini, floor!

yesterday was a break from the usual.... i had no official plans! haab called me to see if i had a desire to take a bet with skin cancer, so i invited her over to my pool. long story short - we ended up in her backyard in our bathing suits, with no water, while fighting off japanese beetles.
after an hour or so of relaxation and ultraviolet radiation, we parted ways and i went home for some more "nothingness" in front of the tv. later, i was invited to go out for the evening... destination: boltini. following a brief internal conversation of "do i want to have to look cute tonight?", i opted to be social.

boltini is a yuppi-esque martini bar downtown (by "yuppi-esque", i mean "21 and older", and by "downtown" i mean, "champaign") famous for.... well... martinis. after a fabulous "vanilla sex" i had yet to lose feeling in my tongue (a sure sign i was not yet borderline), so i decided to share a cosmo with lauren.

i cut myself off before i started saying things i normally wouldn't, and luckily we headed home shortly after. once i laid down in my bed, i realized the half-a-martini was probably not the best idea, proven by the spinning room. i moved to the bathroom, got rid of some alcohol and dinner, and soon fell asleep.

i felt better today, but decided to go lay-out at "paradise lagoon" a second day in a row. bad idea! i'm coming to realize that possibly i ate something yesterday that was slightly troublesome, and mixed with a little sun and a lotta alcohol, i became sick. add some sun in today... and you get a perpetual taste of vomit in the back of my throat, severe halitosis, and mild "ugh"-ness.

ugh.