boys gone drunk
What happens when Richard is goes to San Francisco without adult supervision (i.e. with Sam and Tobin... who don't post here, so I don't know why I linked):
[1:30 am, at The Nest. E is frosting cupcakes (don't ask). R is outside the door, cooing.]
R: Coo coo coo...
E: Hey, baby!
R: It's my dove in a box!... <pounce>
E: Are you drunk?
R: No."
[2 am, at The Nest. E is flossing her teeth. R is sprawled out on the bed.]
R: My brain is inadequately mapping position and mental models.
E: Most drunk people just say, "The room is spinning."
R: But it's dependent on orientation! If I'm on my side, for example, it's really bad. But if I'm my back, it's pretty good. Also, closing one eye seems to help."
Intelligence, meet sake and bourbon.
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I wish I could remember what the drive home from the city was like, so I could remember how drunk Richard was, but my memories after we left the bar are surprisingly fuzzy. I really like sake.