Apparently I drank too much last night.
Here are the things I don't remember from last night (Nate filled me in): Some kind of flaming head sculpture (?) in my neighbor's front yard. Losing Nate's fancy magnetic nametag (I was using it for my "Joanna" nametag after repeatedly promising him that I'd take care of it and I wouldn't lose it in a drunken stupor). Posing for nearly all of the pictures I saw on the digital camera this morning. Walking home from the party. Going to QFC to buy Gatorade. And, um, throwing up.
Yeah. So today has been fun. I know I say this every time, but I have never been this hungover. Even re-watching episodes of Laguna Beach that I've already seen 3 times isn't helping. Clearly, it's really bad.