After waking up -- preferably hangover-free -- I immediately start gathering evidence. I hit up the usual suspects.
1) My trusty cell phone: It's the quickest way to figure out if I drunk-dialed or texted someone. If I'm lucky, my Call Log will read "Empty" and the text messages that I inevitably sent -- (I'm an addict) -- are G-rated and friendly.
2) My camera: If a picture tells a thousand words, a 256 MB memory card tells millions. I like how a sequence of photos truly reflects the progression of intoxication throughout the night.
Check out the following sequence of SHOTS (there's a double meaning, here), and see for yourself our level of fun and sobriety.





Here starts the story of the red feather boa. Much like the Red Violin (that film that leads viewers through the life of a single violin -- can't really remember the plot because I was bored and fell asleep), this picture sequence will lead you through the drunk half of my night.
The red feather boa made its debut around the neck of Superstar Spanish Eyes Angela, with Superstar Olivia and the Kokxx Cable guy.
The red feather boa found a green feathered friend to hang with.

Jenn pummelled the red feather boa and separated it from its green feather friend.

I finally got the red feather boa all to myself, and like the Mask did to Jim Carrey, the red feather boa did to me. It transformed into a whole new person.
