Oh, I remember those drunken college nights … “I love you, man.” “No, I love you, man.” … and wake up the next morning, sleeping in the bathtub so I didn’t get too far from the toilet. Two floors up, my roommate is sleeping comfortably in his own bed, and his buddy is asleep in mine. Didn’t know where I was at first, but I found my way back. Thankfully it was a Friday night blow out to a Saturday-Sunday hangover.
Always handy to ensure that part of your brain where you kept your personal taxi driver was alcohol-free.
It might not have had access to your short-term memory, but at least it got you home safe.
Even if it meant not remembering the 20 mile walk at 4am in the middle of winter.
It gets worse, after college, when you wake up next to somebody you have no memory of meeting. Kinda puts a damper on conversation, especially when you try to tiptoe away without waking her.
At this point if the night, I’m actually imagining a saturated beige, like a fresh oyster. And a little… moist? Maybe a precursor to how she feels tomorrow? Although she did manage a ‘party braid’ in the last panel, so maybe she’ll be okay.
Tomorrow she’ll probably be an interesting shade of green.
Or, perhaps, completely transparent and/or camouflaged against the background… as in “I really don’t want to be seen. I want to be invisible. I want to make it have not-happened.”
Iiiiiinteresting…. Didn’t expect her to be such a light weight on drinking. Well, that’s kind of good. She can have fun on the cheap unlike me. I have to binge drink just to get anything out of it and I know it’s incredibly bad. Problem is that my tolerances are too high to have fun like that. So it’s ether I drink a quarter of a handle of vodka in an hour or I don’t bother because I’m not getting anything out of it. It’s irritating.
I don’t suppose that anyone is keeping track of where Valerie left her face covering…
… because I imagine that she’s going to be searching for it in the midst of tomorrow’s hangover.
Good thing that digit has the strength of a spider, (literallly) to carry her friend easily.
Oh, I remember those drunken college nights … “I love you, man.” “No, I love you, man.” … and wake up the next morning, sleeping in the bathtub so I didn’t get too far from the toilet. Two floors up, my roommate is sleeping comfortably in his own bed, and his buddy is asleep in mine. Didn’t know where I was at first, but I found my way back. Thankfully it was a Friday night blow out to a Saturday-Sunday hangover.
Always handy to ensure that part of your brain where you kept your personal taxi driver was alcohol-free.
It might not have had access to your short-term memory, but at least it got you home safe.
Even if it meant not remembering the 20 mile walk at 4am in the middle of winter.
It gets worse, after college, when you wake up next to somebody you have no memory of meeting. Kinda puts a damper on conversation, especially when you try to tiptoe away without waking her.
OK. Phase 3 (or is it Phase 4?) achieved. Houston, we have maudlin-drunk!
Seems to me that Paul’s drawing Digit’s face a bit less human-looking lately…
I’m glad this is a black and white cartoon, I’m not sure I’m ready to see Val in color right now.
If she’s possessed of any cephalopod dermal qualities, she’s probably doing psychedelic technicolor…
At this point if the night, I’m actually imagining a saturated beige, like a fresh oyster. And a little… moist? Maybe a precursor to how she feels tomorrow? Although she did manage a ‘party braid’ in the last panel, so maybe she’ll be okay.
Tomorrow she’ll probably be an interesting shade of green.
Or, perhaps, completely transparent and/or camouflaged against the background… as in “I really don’t want to be seen. I want to be invisible. I want to make it have not-happened.”
So Val is going to go from hang-outta to hangover?
I was gonna root for her, and watch the hijinks on Vine. But I guess they’re leafing and planting her in bed.
You’re pretty wonderful, too, Valerie.
I’m just a simple person. I’m always delighted by Paul’s depiction of his characters in party dresses.
He certainly is a fan of… textures and movement.
Iiiiiinteresting…. Didn’t expect her to be such a light weight on drinking. Well, that’s kind of good. She can have fun on the cheap unlike me. I have to binge drink just to get anything out of it and I know it’s incredibly bad. Problem is that my tolerances are too high to have fun like that. So it’s ether I drink a quarter of a handle of vodka in an hour or I don’t bother because I’m not getting anything out of it. It’s irritating.
HA! Valerie is all messed up as hell! 🤪
I don’t suppose that anyone is keeping track of where Valerie left her face covering…
… because I imagine that she’s going to be searching for it in the midst of tomorrow’s hangover.
Obviously, she’s not afraid to lose face in the nightclub…
You do NOT want to see a Lovecraftian horror throwing up.