In retrospect, it was probably unnecessary for me to do the splits in the garage.
It was already a rager of a party.
But my splits were joined by others’ splits and before you know it, EVERYONE was doing the splits.
And by EVERYONE, I mean all two of us!
I have no clear recollection of what I drank or how much.
What I DO remember is the nasty little hangover I had the next morning.
I drove myself home, crawled into bed, and slept for the next 4 hours, pretty confident that I was dying.
As it turns out, I didn’t die, my headache went away, and I was left voraciously hungry.
Just so you know, I didn’t IMMEDIATELY remember that I did the splits.
I was walking around wondering why my legs were so sore when the memory came flooding back to me.
Falling over while doing the splits in front of Halloween party guests.
Here’s the pic to prove it. . .