One Thousand Million

So, the Ginger got so hammered that I voluntarily stayed sober so that I could enjoy every moment of it. He poked me in the eye with his nose, stepped all over my feet, bumped my face with his hands, redundantly repeated himself all night, hit a very impressive octave mocking/singing along with the performer at Blue Martini, and forced me to go snowboarding with him and Pete the next day. After we got him safely to my house, I went to hang out with Todd, Steph, and Tony (as promised). I got home around 3:45am Saturday to find that the Ginger had wrapped himself in a blanket and fallen asleep on the floor in front of my sofa. Turns out, he had originally fallen asleep on the sofa and later on fell onto the floor and did not remember it. We woke and met Pete for snowboarding as planned. Man, did I have a great time watching Chris act a fool. I can’t wait for it to happen again.