The great thing about Tucker Death Mix is that you're so f***ed up but the damn Red Bull keeps you up all night. The night was amazing until bed-time.
Sometime after 6, I go to bed.
Soon after, I'm hugging the toilet.
Soon after, it's 10 something and I have people barging into my room to go eat breakfast.
I attend said breakfast, still amazingly hammered.
I proceed to pay for everyone's food.
I do not remember said breakfast.
Somehow, in the midst of all this, I imagine I attempted to drunkedly set my alarm and somehow my clock ended up 3 hours and 2 minutes ahead of real time. I went on to take a nap at 1 PM, after breakfast, still drunk, and woke up at 4 something, though my alarm said it was 7 something. What a night/day/afternoon.
I now sit here, typing this out, with my stomach absolutely turned upside down, and my heart beating extremely irregularly. Tucker Death Mix...amazing and horrible at the same time.