Funny, you'd think I'd remember getting drunk enough to wake up with my face tattooed. I'm not even hung over, which I guess is a blessing since that would only make everything feel worse.
It's got to be some kind of coincidence that I remember dreaming about some elven woman pricking the design into my skin. But I can still feel the sting of it. And I remember that you weren't allowed to cry or acknowledge that it hurt. Something something adulthood rite of passage.
I wasn't drunk last night but I think I'm going to go and GET drunk now.