Last Saturday night, a couple of my friends from the boat threw a Halloween party at their house. I originally wasn't going to drink, since I had planned to be designated driver for some people, but one of them decided to stay sober, so I went off. The simplest way to put it would be Mayport on steroids. I took pictures I don't remember taking, I made a phone call of which I have absolutely no memory, and regurgitated breakfast - twelve hours after I had stopped drinking, and two hours after I ate it. I definitely had a good time, and am quite thankful I didn't have duty on Sunday; I needed that entire day to recover.
Before tonight's game, I bought, among other things, a new electric razor. Hopefully this one will give the shave I need without creating plenty of bleeding holes in my neck every morning (like my regular blade does).
More to come on Saturday. The end of the ball game has detoured me from my goal of trying to get my sleep patterns back on track...