bloody el

i managed to make myself sick. at thanksgiving dinner. stay away from my mojitos folks, if i ever get around to mixing them again. they are danger. unbenowenst to me, i was in charge of mixing mojitos and making the yams. little as that was compared to the dad's tasks, i felt under pressure from preparing and hosting and was downing drinks left and right. on an empty stomach. so i wobbled and weaved my way upstairs before 9, before i could make an ass of myself and do something that would be talked about for years to come (see dad 2 years ago, falling off his chair). i praised the porcelain gods and passed out. and now i'm up. i'm sure this is the best way to overcome jetlag.