Uuunnnhhhh . . .
I have now been drunk enough to puke.  I've been drunk before, but never enough to throw up.  But vomit I did, and profusely, this past 3 of the clock.  So much alcohol . . . I'm not ever doing that again.  I'm a little fuzzy on the details, but I definitely asked my coworker to kiss me, definitely pretended to molest an inflatable football referee, and definitely attempted to learn Irish Gaelic.  I say fuzzy on the details because I don't remember what my coworker's answer was, what happened to the referee, or a single word of the Gaelic that I supposedly picked up.  I do remember that the host of the party still had Halloween decorations in her bathroom, so I'll cling to that as proof that I was sober enough to at least be trying to pay attention to my surroundings.

One of my managers was at this party.  I don't want to go back to work.  However, due to the vomiting, I have no hangover, so at least I can go to work without being miserable.