I know there was tequila....

I know I woke up in a bed that wasn't my own, next to my friend Katie (you all got a little worried there for a moment)
I know there is an unidentified sliver of glass in my right index finger.
Here's the clincher:
I know that on my left thigh it is written: "This is not your arm."
The good news: it was my handwriting.
The bad news: it seems to be permanent marker.

That is all I know...And there was tequila.
P.S. The Bob Dylan post to end all Bob Dylan posts is coming soon....once the Sauza wears off..