fergie's Diaryland Diary

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The party truck ran me over.

Woah. The party truck ran me over.
Mardi Gras was awesome. The experiance was quite the brain eraser. Several years of childhood memories were lost after my second hand grenade. I planned to go to work today after getting back late last night. I don't know what I was thinking. Even though Fat Tuesday was my last night out, the next day was a complete blur. I have learned you can be drunk for a full 24 hours after your last alcoholic beverage, provided you've been drinking for three days straight.

Traveling with a buzz makes the airport a much more enjoyable place, but by the time I got home I felt like I was going to die. My eyes were bloodshot and my face was an oily blotchy mess, I hadn't shaved in three days and I could smell the alcohol coming out of every pore in my body.

No regrets. The history of the festival and the city itself is something I will always remember, even if some parts are a bit blurry.

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9:19 p.m. - Mar. 06, 2003

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