As I was never alone, I have to recall the past couple of dates from memory. It may be sketchy, but here's the Reader's Digest version.
Texas Ex and I woke up late, as we both had tummy aches for a good portion of the night/morning. After we pulled ourselves together, we did what anyone would do after a rough evening due to rich food. We went to brunch and drank Bloody Marys. It was good.
We attended a friend's pumping carving contest early in the evening where, ironically, no pumpkins were carved. Instead, everyone gathered around the television to watch a mini American Horror Story marathon. If you are not watching this show, GET TO IT. I know, I know. I detest scary stuff too, but it's not scary as much as it's suspenseful. Figuring out who in the hell is a ghost will keep you busy for a while.
We ate chili, drank Prosecco, laughed with the gang, and then went home. There were a bevy of gays in costume at my house when we arrived. My roomie was dressed in drag. Just another Sunday in these parts.