Epic Whiskey Drinking

Oh, Jameson. You do me wrong sometimes.

I think passing out leaning against the side of a house on the sidewalk in the Sunset in the middle of the night qualifies as drunken debauchery. I don't know what it is when you do it twice. In the same night.

I am missing some pieces of yesterday.

And I think I might die - but that could just be the beginning of the hangover from the pitcher of mimosas I had this morning.

At least I wasn't drunker than Erin Mountain. And at least no one took pictures of me passed out on the sidewalk.