the night before taiwan...

i would have forgotten this story if i didn't have to do laundry last night and be forced to sleep on the couch last night....

it just so happens, that the night before i leave for taiwan, something ridiculous always happens.  how i manage to make my flight the next day is simply bewildering.  (lets not jinx the streak of non-missed flights)  and so last week, the night before i left for taiwan, we went out to en dining.  what started off as dinner with texans, mitkas, and the axis of eyemar evil, slowly became a loud and obnoxious drunkfest which i cannot remember anything.  i can't remember leaving the restaurant, i can't remember going dancing afterwards.  my memory starts to creep back in about the time i probably snuck out of the club, had a hard time directing the taxi driver to my apt, of which i had no money nor keys to my apt.  i then proceeded to instruct the cab to drive to my boss' house so i could either crash at his place or get the keys to the office to get my apt keys.  when i arrived, i banged on the door loud enough for no one to come out of his house, but i woke up the neighbor who saved me.

when i opened my eyes, my body was face down as always, but this time my face was creased against one thin quilt covering the grill seated wooden bench outside on the balcony.  my boss' neighbor let me into her house, bypassed the living room sofa and allowed me to slumber on her balcony bench luckily rain free.  @ 7am, i tiptoed back over next door only to find my boss getting home after passing out on his boat at the marina from the previous night.  jeezus.

if my life wasn't in utter shambles at that point, and after a morning of headaches, i finally made it home during lunch to pack for my 5pm flight.  i had planned to hurriedly puke, pack and puke but when i opened the door, i found a pigeon flapping around in my bedroom!  WTF!

what has my life become?