HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Ah, I did the New Year right... by getting so drunk that I blacked out. What a night.
Caitlin, Jackie and myself went to the Woo for First Night. Seriously, you know an event is gonna SUCK when it involves church, and that's exactly what First Night in the Woo was all about. We went into this Lutheran Church (Hi Laura... haha) to see if they sold those pin things that everybody has to buy (for $12 I might add. what a rip) and they obviously didn't have em because there was no booth or anything. There was a toilet, though, and Ms. Caitlin had to go wee wee. Then I went wee wee. Then we left the church cause there was a service going on and people were staring at us. And we were done going wee wee.
After that, we asked some officers what First Night was about because Caitlin "didn't get it!" haha. They didn't get it either. They did, however, point us towards yet another church and told us that we could buy some pins there. We did. We also picked up a pamphlet because (everybody now) we didn't get it. After some investigation, we realized that First Night really is a religious conspiracy or something because all of the stops along the lil' First Night tour involved CHURCHES. Why do people think Jesus likes them? He doesn't, ok. Stop bugging him. Anywho, we're going to hell because of what happened next...
So we just bought these fucking pins for $12 and we're standing outside of the church realizing that we've made a huge mistake in buying these fucking pins because First Night is CRAP. Then, Ryan calls and says that he wants us to meet him at TGI Friday's. We agreed, even though he was hanging out with Fart Boy. I don't wanna talk about it, though. Caitlin got the brilliant idea that I could pretend that I was on the phone with my dad or something and we could go into the church and pretend that he was telling me someone got in a car accident or something; that way, we could say to the person at the booth that we have a family emergency and need to leave, thus making our very recent purchase of those fucking pins completely unneccessary. Well, it worked (after Caitlin grabbed the phone from me and "sobbed". You should have seen it! Jackie was consoling her and everything. It was awesome. We're going to hell). So we laughed all the way to the bank i mean car and drove to TGI's.
At TGI's, Caitlin and Ryan discussed their sexual escapades of parties past while I stuffed my face. The food was sooo good and I'm happy we made that food stop before going to my house. Once at my house, we broke out the liquor. Caitlin had two rum and cokes at TGI's (she's so good at schmoozing people. That's what you gotta do when you don't have a fake ID), two drinks with a couple shots of orange-flavored vodka in it (it was DISGUSTING vodka. I fucking hate vodka.), 20 shots of Bailey's Irish Cream, and I think she had some champagne, but I'm not sure. Jackie had a mixed drink with vodka and a couple shots of Bailey's, but she had to stop because it wasn't sitting well with her. She got demoted to babysitter of the drunkies yet again. 0:-D I had the same as Caitlin, but less Bailey's and more champagne.
So there was some making out, some singing while Caitlin was trying to talk on the phone, some HLA, and my dad even caught Caitlin and myself in a compromising position. It just sucks how I didn't have pants on at that moment. Stephen called me last night, which made me so happy. Caitlin wanted to talk to him, and she asked him if he was my boyfriend. He said something like, "well, I wouldn't call us that just yet, but we could get to that point." I think I respect that answer. I didn't like how he thought I asked Caitlin to ask him, though. He's very weird about the boyfriend label. Then again, I'm OBSESSED with putting a label on what we have. I'll keep ya'll posted on that situation. Oh, and I completely blacked out during the last part of the party! Apparently I fell down the stairs as I was bringing the second bottle of champagne and some FUCKING SCISSORS downstairs, but I don't remember that. I also don't remember sobbing hysterically. Oh, and I don't remember when Caitlin asked if she could dump champagne on me and then DID. Last night was awesome. This morning though... not so much.
After we moved the party downstairs, I feel asleep or something. I woke up and right away I noticed that I was on the couch in my basement. I don't know how I got there. The last thing I remembered was talking with Caitlin and Jackie at the bottom of the steps. At that moment, I thought it was still last night because I was still wicked drunk. I got up and looked for Caitlin and Jackie at the bottom of the stairs, but they weren't there. I reasoned that they must be in my bed sleeping. I walked into my room and reached for the light because someone left it on. Then I realized that my light wasn't on, it was the fucking sun shining through my window. I looked at the time and then all of my questions were answered. It was 10:30 in the morning. I went back onto the couch to sleep for a bit, but then I heard Caitlin and Jackie rustling. No, not like that... they were rustling awake. I went in and Caitlin and I decided we were hungover. We were nauseous, we had killer headaches, and I kept burping and tasting the champagne from last night. It was fucking nasty the second time around, lemme tell ya. After Caitlin and Jackie left, I watched VH1 for about 3 hours straight and then decided that I should probably get up and get showered. Well, it's almost 5 and I'm STILL in my fucking underwear, unshowered. I suck. Oh, and I felt wicked nauseous earlier and went to the bathroom to see if I had to go or something. As I was peeing, I burped. But it wasn't a normal burp. It was vomit in disguise.
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That was my New Years. :-D
Caitlin, Jackie and myself went to the Woo for First Night. Seriously, you know an event is gonna SUCK when it involves church, and that's exactly what First Night in the Woo was all about. We went into this Lutheran Church (Hi Laura... haha) to see if they sold those pin things that everybody has to buy (for $12 I might add. what a rip) and they obviously didn't have em because there was no booth or anything. There was a toilet, though, and Ms. Caitlin had to go wee wee. Then I went wee wee. Then we left the church cause there was a service going on and people were staring at us. And we were done going wee wee.
After that, we asked some officers what First Night was about because Caitlin "didn't get it!" haha. They didn't get it either. They did, however, point us towards yet another church and told us that we could buy some pins there. We did. We also picked up a pamphlet because (everybody now) we didn't get it. After some investigation, we realized that First Night really is a religious conspiracy or something because all of the stops along the lil' First Night tour involved CHURCHES. Why do people think Jesus likes them? He doesn't, ok. Stop bugging him. Anywho, we're going to hell because of what happened next...
So we just bought these fucking pins for $12 and we're standing outside of the church realizing that we've made a huge mistake in buying these fucking pins because First Night is CRAP. Then, Ryan calls and says that he wants us to meet him at TGI Friday's. We agreed, even though he was hanging out with Fart Boy. I don't wanna talk about it, though. Caitlin got the brilliant idea that I could pretend that I was on the phone with my dad or something and we could go into the church and pretend that he was telling me someone got in a car accident or something; that way, we could say to the person at the booth that we have a family emergency and need to leave, thus making our very recent purchase of those fucking pins completely unneccessary. Well, it worked (after Caitlin grabbed the phone from me and "sobbed". You should have seen it! Jackie was consoling her and everything. It was awesome. We're going to hell). So we laughed all the way to the bank i mean car and drove to TGI's.
At TGI's, Caitlin and Ryan discussed their sexual escapades of parties past while I stuffed my face. The food was sooo good and I'm happy we made that food stop before going to my house. Once at my house, we broke out the liquor. Caitlin had two rum and cokes at TGI's (she's so good at schmoozing people. That's what you gotta do when you don't have a fake ID), two drinks with a couple shots of orange-flavored vodka in it (it was DISGUSTING vodka. I fucking hate vodka.), 20 shots of Bailey's Irish Cream, and I think she had some champagne, but I'm not sure. Jackie had a mixed drink with vodka and a couple shots of Bailey's, but she had to stop because it wasn't sitting well with her. She got demoted to babysitter of the drunkies yet again. 0:-D I had the same as Caitlin, but less Bailey's and more champagne.
So there was some making out, some singing while Caitlin was trying to talk on the phone, some HLA, and my dad even caught Caitlin and myself in a compromising position. It just sucks how I didn't have pants on at that moment. Stephen called me last night, which made me so happy. Caitlin wanted to talk to him, and she asked him if he was my boyfriend. He said something like, "well, I wouldn't call us that just yet, but we could get to that point." I think I respect that answer. I didn't like how he thought I asked Caitlin to ask him, though. He's very weird about the boyfriend label. Then again, I'm OBSESSED with putting a label on what we have. I'll keep ya'll posted on that situation. Oh, and I completely blacked out during the last part of the party! Apparently I fell down the stairs as I was bringing the second bottle of champagne and some FUCKING SCISSORS downstairs, but I don't remember that. I also don't remember sobbing hysterically. Oh, and I don't remember when Caitlin asked if she could dump champagne on me and then DID. Last night was awesome. This morning though... not so much.
After we moved the party downstairs, I feel asleep or something. I woke up and right away I noticed that I was on the couch in my basement. I don't know how I got there. The last thing I remembered was talking with Caitlin and Jackie at the bottom of the steps. At that moment, I thought it was still last night because I was still wicked drunk. I got up and looked for Caitlin and Jackie at the bottom of the stairs, but they weren't there. I reasoned that they must be in my bed sleeping. I walked into my room and reached for the light because someone left it on. Then I realized that my light wasn't on, it was the fucking sun shining through my window. I looked at the time and then all of my questions were answered. It was 10:30 in the morning. I went back onto the couch to sleep for a bit, but then I heard Caitlin and Jackie rustling. No, not like that... they were rustling awake. I went in and Caitlin and I decided we were hungover. We were nauseous, we had killer headaches, and I kept burping and tasting the champagne from last night. It was fucking nasty the second time around, lemme tell ya. After Caitlin and Jackie left, I watched VH1 for about 3 hours straight and then decided that I should probably get up and get showered. Well, it's almost 5 and I'm STILL in my fucking underwear, unshowered. I suck. Oh, and I felt wicked nauseous earlier and went to the bathroom to see if I had to go or something. As I was peeing, I burped. But it wasn't a normal burp. It was vomit in disguise.
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That was my New Years. :-D