More Blahh

Someone at my work saw me yesterday at the wedding and went all over the place telling everybody that i was extreemly drunk, which i wasn't. I was slightly tipsy at most, with only 3 drinks in me (it usually takes 7 to 9 drinks to get me drunk; chugging half liter bottles of Jaeger meister and goldschlagger in college will do that to your tolerance) and i was completly composed. But that wasn't the bad part. The bad part was when 3 of my co-workers decided to pull what can only be called an "islamic intervention", asking me why i drink alcohol in the first place and if i was aware of how much i was going to burn in Hell for it. When i informed them that "Yes, i am aware, and i am quite comofrtable with the idea of going to Hell", they got all huffy and proceeded to tell me stories about how if i had died in the wedding i would've been sent to be judged by god in the form i was in (oh the horror). In my attempt to really piss them off, i Informed them that that would've been fine, because then i would meet God while being impeccably dressed, and that i would have a drink with me, which is exactly what you would need if you realized that you just died and that you are meeting God. They shook their heads, told me that they will pray for me and left the room, leaving me secretly cursing assault laws and the fact that it's illegal to shoot people, especially those you work with. Ohh yeah, and a mosquito bit the back of my neck! I am NOT HAVING A GOOD DAY! *pouts*