In the aftermath, I’ve found it a little difficult to remember what I thought was so important to relate. Now, weird things are kicking around in my head, replacing memories of fun and funny things that happened. I’ve been nursing a bit of post-inebriation guilt, mostly circulating around the idea that somehow I didn’t do enough and Josh won’t me as a volunteer next time around. I’m also a little worried about relating stories about not being fully in control, courtesy of my overdeveloped sense of propriety.
Today's not the best day to record a night in which I probably repeatedly embarrassed myself, though. I'm down, I'm feeling lonely for some reason, and I'm also well into the partly cloudy mood that strikes me whenever I come off the tail end of a stressful project.
Update: In the end, I did write the tale of my debauchery. It's posted below as a friends only entry, and then only because wisdom_seeker asked nicely. Her curiosity benefits all.