So then what, you woke up in a morgue?

So I went out drinking last night with my Irish friend, Scott, in honor of the big holiday. We met up at around 10 p.m. We were carrying on what seemed to be a mellow pace, but my juices were getting stewed.

As the night wound down, it became apparent I wouldn't make the last train home. Scott offered to let me sleep on his couch, which I guess I did for a while. Then I woke up and needed to take a leak. All I could see through the haze was a wax man sleeping in a large bed on a pedistal in the middle of the room. I look again. Yes, it's a wax man on a throwne of a bed. I got out of the building immediately and hailed the first thing resembling a cab. After the Mexican dropped me off at home from his low-rider, I crashed hard. My BAC this morning? .091 @ 10:19 a.m.