what a shit i am.  i had my first throwing-up-from-alcohol experience last night at chris'.  fucking shots.  they completely don't hit you until an hour later so you have no idea you've had too much.  no more shots for me.  i can't tell if the rest of the night was worth the end.. probably, there's nothing like public drunkenness.  stairway to heaven on the fucking piano man.  amazing.  i can do this again without shots.  unnecessary.  i sure felt grownup tho.  i got my first drinkin bracelet.  : )  lil premature.  noodle salad.