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I almost passed out on my bed before drawing this. I was definitely pretty drunk, and I only had three beers. It's pretty much absolutely certain I would have vomited if I had any more (which Brent almost got me to do as we were leaving). You can tell I was drunk from the fact that I forgot to write the date, and just the whole panel, in general screams, "Alcohol." We also went to the The Big Bang, a piano bar on Mill Ave. There's a rad dude that comes into my work that works there, so I was hoping he would be working and, lo and behold, he was! So, yeah, that was cool. Being really drunk from three beers? Not so cool. Liz driving me home? Cool. Because driving drunk? Not cool at all.