If she had complained yesterday, while I was still there...I would've called her that. And I probably would've gotten a little loud with her.
What I forgot to post: I took a lot of photos yesterday. I wanted to do that for only the first one or two hours because I knew I was getting wasted and didn't want to risk destroying my camera.
Well...I took photos right until the last minute I was so fucking drunk the last 150 photos are a blurry mess.
Here's the "best" part: I wanted to take a photo of two people who were leaving. They went down the stairs and I ran after them...camera in hand.
And what happened next? Drahkon tripped and fell down a complete flight of stairs. I have bruises on my arms, on my legs, on my back, my ass hurts like hell...it could've been a lot worse. I mean...I fell down 20 steps.
And the camera? Nothing. Not even the tiniest of scratches
Oh, and I didn't take the picture of the two...