What time is it? Where... oh...wait, why am I on the floor?

I start making sense of the fact that I'm on the floor, not real sense, but enough to convince myself to get up off the floor. Oh look at that, I have no pants.

I'm still decent, just pantsless. I see my bag, grab a pair of shorts, and put those on.

I look over at the couch where I was supposed to be asleep. I see a pile of blanket and nothing else on the right side of the couch. I imagine there's a passed out Michelle hidden under there somewhere. I spy a nice piece of couch on the opposite side of the U shaped couch/chaise thing at my friend's apartment.

I start making my way towards it since I'm not quite ready to be awake yet. That goes out the window when I spot my cell phone on the floor in the corner of the living room where my passed out self used to occupy, so I go grab it. I fear for the worst. Texts. Tweets. Facebook posts. I imagine in my drunken stupor last night, I've probably made a total ass of myself on the interwebs, my only sanctuary from the rest of this crazy world.

I check texts... nothing sent. Whew. Tweets? All I see is "I'm Ryan drunk right now, uh oh. LA is awesome #fb". That's not so bad, Facebook shows the same status update. No damage done, except a few calls to @chancekear at 1AM (Houston time). Sorry dude. There was a guy. On a skateboard. Playing a freaking didgeridoo. I had to call you. I hope you'll understand.

So no drunk dialing. No drunk posting. No drunk tweeting. I'm a boring drunk. But well, no damage done. Good. I can continue with my morning. By this point, I've noticed the pile of blanket has started shifting around, but it quickly returns to it's previous dormant state.

I send out a few textx to people, update twitter and Facebook ("Ow my head, wait... where have I heard that before?") and start trying to wake myself up. Water. I need water. I get water. Water consumed. Another cup, and another cup. I feel like I'm going to puke now from drinking so much water. Oh god I puked last night. That's all I remember between Rush and my buddy's apartment. I didn't bother asking details, but they were given to me (if you'll read my previous post, the details are there).

I don't need to pee... strange, wonder why? *pats self down* no... not on me. Nothing on the floor in the corner where I decided to make my final resting stop. I must have... peed before I went to bed last night. That explains it. I hope... (nope)

So my friend Shriram has finally walked out of his room at this point. Grabs a camera and starts taking pictures of the pile of blanket, which has now finally revealed the person inside. She's still passed out, camera flash does nothing to wake her, neither does me turning on the TV 8 feet away and putting it on MLB Network. Finally Shri shakes her to get her to wake up, as we need to get moving to San Diego soon.

As we finally make our way out, our first stop ends up being 5 blocks away, at some taco place down the street from Shri's apartment. We each attempt to get down whatever we can, I'm not able to get more than a single taco down and some of my drink. Stomach is pissed off at me, tells me to go to hell a few times, and refuses to take any more of anything, even if it contains no alcohol. We walk across the parking lot to the grocery store, each grab a bottle of water, and do our best to try to drink that the way down to San Diego.

Much of the San Diego trip was spent asleep. Me in the back seat, Michelle in the front seat, while Shriram has to drive 2 hours down "the 5" (or as us normal people say, I-5). I try my best to stay awake, but the window being open due to Michelle's car sickness, the wind blowing in my face pretty much knocked me out as easily as the booze did.

Most of what I remember is listening to the musical stylings of Rock Sugar. They've got some interesting mashups, most of which are fairly entertaining. Don't Stop The Sandman is probably what most people would know them for (Mashup of Journey/Metallica), but they also have Voices In The Jungle (Voices Carry/Welcome to the Jungle mashup), and other mashups that'll have you nodding your head.

The rest was just a bunch of elevation (which doesn't exist in Houston), and awesome beaches (Again, none in Houston). I finally woke up when we reached downtown San Diego, and we made our way towards PETCO Park. As with my last blog post, I'll save the game itself for another blog post...

After the game, the 3 of us realized we had not eaten except the small breakfast we had early, and it was nearly 6pm by this time. We headed towards Old Town San Diego, which looked like walking around the market in San Antonio. I felt right at home! Mexican restaurants everywhere? Trinkets being sold everywhere you turn? Yup, right at home. We ended up going to some mexican restaurant, nothing special. Headed back towards Los Angeles after we finished eating. At this point, we were a little more coherent, after consuming some sort of food for the first time in nearly the entire day.

On the way back I did my best to stay up, but I was too full to speak, so it was pointless, as I wasn't able to hold a conversation with my friend very long before running out of things to say. Michelle was passed out again, wind blowing through the window. More Rock Sugar playing...

I woke up as we were pulling up to Michelle's place, drop her off, and make our way back to Shriram's place. We decided to go see if Randy's Donuts was open. We didn't necessarily want to have donuts, but while I'm in LA, I might as well. Ssadly, the place was closed for the night.

We decided to head back to the apartment, and spent the next few hours watching MLB Network. I want this network. Uverse, get with the program. I want to see @richardjustice talk about Uncle Drayton on TV. If they're half as funny as his "CHARGE!" tweets, it'll be the best TV in the history of television. Maybe he can throw in an Aggie joke or 17.

Fairly uneventful day, but not all of them can be like day 1. Yeah, the entry is pretty boring, and I'll probably edit it later today and add some more stuff once I jog my memory a bit, but for now, here's what you got. Enjoy. Or don't. Maybe I'll start writing day 3 now as well. Who knows.