Well THAT was interesting

I went out last night for a Christmas party with my book club. Man do we bookish types know how to party. I literally staggered home around 3am.

Things I learned/saw/discovered last night:

• Oslo is a strange place at 3am.
• The streets are heaving with people.
• I had no idea a city could be that busy at that time.
• Sidewalks were packed.
• Drunk people everywhere.
• I was one of them.
• People were pretty friendly.
• Well, the guys were friendly. I think they were looking for that last minute hook up.
• One guy offered to give me chlamydia. He said it was high quality.
• I turned him down.
• I think that was the right choice.
• I came home with Christmas tree balls attached to my ears.
• Big red ones.
• I sort of forgot they were there (I stole them from a tree at a bar) until I went to bed and couldn't figure out what those hard lumps were on either side of my head.
• Maybe that's why so many people were trying to talk to me...I had big balls.
• I drunk dialed some people in Austin as I walked home.
• Sorry, y'all.
• As I walked home I felt something soft wrap around my ankles. Then suddenly I couldn't walk very well.
• Well, maybe I should say I started walking worse then I already was.
• I looked down in confusion.
• My slip had fallen off...just fell right to my ankles, there on the street.
• This would normally be an embarrassing occurrence, but; a) I was drunk and, b) I had the giggles.
• A guy very nicely helped me remove it. He held me up while I stepped out of it.
• We both laughed.
• I stuck the slip (well named, now, I think) into my coat pocket and carried on staggering.
• It was impossible for me to walk in a straight line last night. No matter how hard I tried, it just didn't happen. This made me giggle.
• I got home drunk as a skunk to a bemused Richard.
• I told him about the slip thing...and then I started laughing.
• I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.
• For about an hour.
• I couldn't help it, every time I thought of the slip falling off, it set me to giggling again.
• He really didn't know what to think.
• I've always been a happy drunk, but last night reached new levels.
• I finally fell asleep around 4am.
• I got up at 11. I'm not sure if I am hungover or if I am still drunk. I think a bit of both.
• Being jet lagged drunk is very odd. I had tons of energy and as partying goes, it was a perfect storm of a night. I just kept going and going and going.
• I'll pay for that later, I think.