But gee, otherwise I had a great time in the biggest bar in Pasadena. Don't pity me, I chose to go there. I was humoring my pseudo-cousin, whom I never do anything with and asked me personally to go out with, and whom I sincerely hope I have filled my quota of barhopping with (father, son, and holy ghost, amen).
In his drunken state outside the bar, he mentioned something about my uncle telling him that I've been to rehab, or something involving (RUMORS, mind you) me and heavy drug use. I wish I'd asked him exactly WHAT IN THE HELL he was referring to.
and to top it all off, my dog peed twice on the floor and left me a present near the stairs.