That’s how long I made it at norre bong (think karaoke, but in a private room) before flipping my gourd.  And that was after several hours at a bar.  It feels really screwed up when being able to sit in a hot, noisy room for an hour is an accomplishment.  But a year ago, I wouldn’t have made it five minutes.

It didn’t help that the vast majority of the people there were drunk out of their skulls and smoking cigs like they’re going to be banned tomorrow.  Now my eyes, nose and throat burn.  As soon as I got home, I threw my out on the porch.  I jumped in the shower (before I turned on the hot water heater).  I didn’t want my smelly (smoky) body to touch my furniture.

Ugh.  I didn’t really want to go in the first place, now I’m pretty sorry I did…