15) Laying low is for suckers.

I am about to venture back to the infamous Los Gallos near my house.  It seems on Sunday, anti-Valentine's day, my sister and I made quite the commotion in one of their booths.  We started our day with brunch at 11am that morning.  What seemed like gallons of cheap champagne mixed with a Circle K brand O.J. and cinnamon laced eggs and ended with a walking black-out to places met with a fog and brief glimpses of Moulin Rouge songs scrammbling out of my head like the eggs in my stomach; we made quite the scene at the restaraunt.

I was warned by my sister to lay low from there for awhile, but in my infinite wisdom and judgement-o-grandure, I am focused hard on leaving my senses behind and swimming in a vat of frozen margarita.  Damn the torpedo's.  A reference from the day that lived in infamy both in 1940 and now again in 2010.  I'm heading for a misstep down the rabbit hole once again.  Wish me luck!