The Long Ass Update, or What The Hell Happened Last Week

Yay! Now the working week is over, and I don't have to die from not enough time down. Which I haven't had in a long ass time. Yes.

So, Here's the update of what I've been up to lately, slightly shortened and from back to front, a la Momento (or otnemoM).

( Thursday, Wednesday, Tuesday, or Waiting at work, Whooping it up at Transmission, and The Physical )

and then there were
( Monday, and Sunday through Friday, or Birthday Striptease and How Vegas Kicked My Ass )

and heaven help me:

( Thursday and Wednesday or A Day Spent Hungover, Harry Potter Style and What I remember of My Birthday )

All in all, there is a lot that I've left out. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Nudie bar stories are best left between the people who went there. What goes on in a doctor's office is between a doctor and his patient. What happens in a drunken stuper is best left to drunk night stories, or even better--are forgotten and only brought back up by those who the stories really belong to. And it's not always the person who lived it.

It's been a long, long, and interesting week. A week full of the reverie and blur of birthday celebration, and the moodiness of introspection.

In the end, it's all about what my mom said when she pulled the covers over my head after I partied too much on Wednesday night

"Good night, and happy birthday son."

I remember that last part. And yes, it was.