My Liver Hates Me

Still recovering from Halloween celebrations on 6th Street in Austin. It was absolute craziness with the street closed to traffic and people dressed up in costumes. Of course on 6th Street it is one bar after another with the odd tattoo shop scattered in between. Couldn't quite convince Hubby to get a tattoo. Anyway, lots of drunk people doing stupid stuff. I think people act differently when they are in costume -- a part of their personality emerges that is usually kept hidden. Maybe they think that the dressing up gives them a right to act out in some way. My favorites last night were: the guy dressed up like Hunter S. Thompson (complete with broken cigarette in cigarette holder), the woman dressed up like Marge Simpson (complete with huge blue wig) walking a small dog in a hot dog costume, the guy dressed like Hulk Hogan circa 1985, and last, but not least, Captain Morgan himself. Somehow, amidst all the madness, we ended up at Coyote Ugly thanks to Hubby and the sales guys hanging out with us (Hubby promised to take me out for sushi tonight to make up for it). Coyote Ugly is just a strange experience in itself. I was tempted to get up on the bar and dance with them, but I was afraid I'd topple over. After that, we ended up at the hotel bar and had a nightcap. My livers hates me today.