So, I had totally started writing an explanation, and then my friend came over to take me to dinner/the subway so that I might retrieve my car from where I left it on Saturday night (don't drink and drive!). We had dinner, the bartender's a friend and just sort of kept refilling my wine glass and then I fell asleep on Metro and woke up... at Minnesota Ave. For anyone else that has a habit of dozing off on trains (they're quiet, and the move back and forth, and I've done it in 4 cities by now), if you wake up as the train comes outside after Stadium/Amory after having missed Capitol South, just ride it to New Carrolton. Minnesota Avenue is creepy and cold. A nice Latino man and his son stopped to ask me if I was lost because white people don't usually get off there.
Aaanyway, so I eventually caught a train back, and then went to meet another friend at St. Ex for a drink. One drink turned into 2, her friend Dawn showed up, we decided we were splitting a bottle of champagne, then that we needed to go to some gay event at DC9 and that the rest of the bottle fit nicely in a big purse. It was then decided that a little smoke-up was required and so we went to Dawn's "first," which became last when Dawn's bud was exceptionally kind (my first time!) and our friend fell asleep and so, then, did I. So, for the second time this weekend, I slept it off on someone's couch. She got me up and to my car in time to come home for Crappy Hour (on which I'm also working currently).
All that's to say: it's half written and in draft form and I'll put it up this morning before I go back to bed.