Oh what a night!

I think. I woke up this morning with a half eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich on the night stand, an empty box of donuts on the living room floor, and my wife naked except for her earrings. Niether of us can explain it...

Trying to piece together the events of last night through the vodka haze, I remember that the gallery opening was a huge success. Hundreds of people lined up down the block to get in. I've never seen anything like it here in Palm Springs. There were photographers there from the local press (I hope to god I'm not in any fucking pictures). We somehow ended up at Spencers, where apparently we thought more alcohol would be a great idea. I must have had a brief moment of sanity because my car is not in the driveway, so it must still be downtown. I think I'd better go fetch it. Unfortunately, my sunglasses are in said car and the evil sun god is out there waiting to burn out my retenas.

Oh, and I think I kissed a married straight girl from Houston. Jesus.