BOBBY!

I broke up with Bobby yesterday. I couldn't see a future where we were happy husbands, but I could see one where we were great friends.

Afterward, I joined some friends for the Sunday beer bust at the Eagle. And got super smashed. Bobby was there, also smashed. I went about half a beer over my alcohol tolerance. Walking home I was convinced I was about to be "that guy". You know, the guy who's throwing up in the street in the Tenderloin.

Luckily, I can fall asleep in no time flat. I kept the queasiness at bay long enough to stumble home and climb in bed.