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I was so fucking wasted...uh...I guess I could say Sunday morning. We were supposed to go to Mark's sister's place in Wildwood Saturday night but she failed to mention that there was security at her place so we couldn't get in and they didn't even know how much alcohol we had (3 cases of beer and 4 bottles of rum to be exact). The fact that there were 10 of us there didn't help either. So we were in Wildwood from 12-2:30 waiting to see if we could get into his sister's place when we finally decided we should just go back to Philly and drink at Kyle's house.
The car rides were just ridiculously funny. I don't know if it was just because I was so tired and everything seemed silly but...we were laughing so hard.
I was so tired when I got back to Kyle's house that I didn't even feel like drinking anymore(This was around 4ish). Then once we started drinking it was like there was no stopping me. I'm notorious for bad pouring and this night was no exception. My first rum and coke was ok. Finished my glass the same time Jim finished his. So I poured us both another. That's when things started getting...uh...bad. I was out drinking Jim. Jim of all people! I don't recall a thing that happened between the hours of 6am-2pm so I will tell about what I heard happen.
Apparently my fourth glass of rum and coke was so light on the coke that it looked like Iced Tea. <- Gross
Apparently I got with Cheryl and Trish. <- And I wanted my first time to be special (Cute Chicks Rock! T-shirt while at KFC)
Apparently I hit my head on many things. <- My head hurts in random spots, and no assholes it's not called a hangover because it only hurts in certain spots on my head when I touch them.
Apparently I puked everywhere. <- Yeah I can see that happening. I picked up my jeans...my NEW jeans! And they were covered in puke. I should have taken them back to the store like that and told the chick they don't fit. Because they don't and I'm not a size fucking 5.
Apparently Jim and Trish changed my clothes. <- Yeah, definitely woke up saying "These aren't my clothes..." Kyle's shorts were way too big for me.
I passed out around 8 and woke up at 2 and I was still drunk. I got home around 4 and I was still drunk. What time I finally sobered up, I have no idea because I fell asleep around 5 and woke up at 6:30. Finally I was sober. I went downstairs, ate half a piece of chicken and took my shower. At about 9 o'clock I puked up the chicken.
We hung out at Kyle's again last night and Jim decided he wanted some burgers, so me, Jim and Bill got into Jim's car and headed to Acme. Well Jim and I did. We dropped Bill off at home so he could shower and stuff. Those burgers were good. =)
The car rides were just ridiculously funny. I don't know if it was just because I was so tired and everything seemed silly but...we were laughing so hard.
I was so tired when I got back to Kyle's house that I didn't even feel like drinking anymore(This was around 4ish). Then once we started drinking it was like there was no stopping me. I'm notorious for bad pouring and this night was no exception. My first rum and coke was ok. Finished my glass the same time Jim finished his. So I poured us both another. That's when things started getting...uh...bad. I was out drinking Jim. Jim of all people! I don't recall a thing that happened between the hours of 6am-2pm so I will tell about what I heard happen.
Apparently my fourth glass of rum and coke was so light on the coke that it looked like Iced Tea. <- Gross
Apparently I got with Cheryl and Trish. <- And I wanted my first time to be special (Cute Chicks Rock! T-shirt while at KFC)
Apparently I hit my head on many things. <- My head hurts in random spots, and no assholes it's not called a hangover because it only hurts in certain spots on my head when I touch them.
Apparently I puked everywhere. <- Yeah I can see that happening. I picked up my jeans...my NEW jeans! And they were covered in puke. I should have taken them back to the store like that and told the chick they don't fit. Because they don't and I'm not a size fucking 5.
Apparently Jim and Trish changed my clothes. <- Yeah, definitely woke up saying "These aren't my clothes..." Kyle's shorts were way too big for me.
I passed out around 8 and woke up at 2 and I was still drunk. I got home around 4 and I was still drunk. What time I finally sobered up, I have no idea because I fell asleep around 5 and woke up at 6:30. Finally I was sober. I went downstairs, ate half a piece of chicken and took my shower. At about 9 o'clock I puked up the chicken.
We hung out at Kyle's again last night and Jim decided he wanted some burgers, so me, Jim and Bill got into Jim's car and headed to Acme. Well Jim and I did. We dropped Bill off at home so he could shower and stuff. Those burgers were good. =)