Punk in Drublic?

It is the morning after my first Hull outing, my first exercise of my legal status superpowers, and I feel okay. Ears ringing, but not hung over or injured, etc (don't worry, Ma!). This is what comes of being the soberest or second-soberest person at one's own birthday party. It was quite fun, your standard bar experience, I guess. Most excitingly, I was not puked on at all! Somebody seems to have bled a few drops onto Saille's arm, but she didn't have any open wounds or anything at the time, so we should be okay regardless of the high Squick Factor. Anyway... I drank a bit, I danced a lot, mostly with Chris, I went to Zak's Diner with the gang and had coffee and garlic cheese bread, and was in bed by 4:00 a.m. Not bad.

Also, I didn't get back until four and I'm awake now. Indra didn't come out (despite having said she would!) and is still asleep. Who wins the Insomniac Sweepstakes for today, then, eh?