Look! Not dead! Only mostly dead!

Holy fuck. Oww. OK kiddies, moral of the story is that:
(2 beers + cape codder + sangria + champagne)/2 hours =/= a good idea. Especially when I've not had dinner or really lunch, and have already regressed in some ways, mostly the neediness factor, to the age of seven. Fortunately I managed to get home safely and somehow didn't start anything with my ex and her new girl, despite the fact that it was a sexy lingerie party and. . .yeah.

On the upside, met some très belles filles who are invited to next week's bash chez moi at which I will be less panicked and therefore less drunken. Also, it is not an underwear party, 'cause really, no. No more seeing the ex in her boots-and-long-skirt-and-corset type thing that still makes me get butterflies.

I was leaving after the operation of my second cup, and Erica made me stay. So glad she will be here for my party, I think she was the most reassuring element and she got things of WMHC reference and it made me happy.

Debate: Find clothing and go to the Comèdie and get a spinach crêpe and a café crème, or stay home, wash a few dishes, and do tea and miso?