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whooo, a tipsy journal entry. Got thoroughly schnockered at the annual faculty-staff banquet (oh god, where's the keyboard going...) Husband can have two drinks and still drive home. I have two drinks and the rest of the table is trying to buy me more. Because, I think, I was so ridiculous. Or something. Pretty silly stuff, altogether. It was two Pisco Sours at the Cafe Buenos Aires, blame it on that. They were quite yummy -- like a very high-octoance lemonade. I mean octane. And I'm still quite pleasantly buzzed!

Must have tipsy hobbits soon. Who has written up tipsy hobbits??