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so this is the story about how Kristin finally got alcohol poinsoning...
friday night i decided to throw a little shin-dig at my crib. the usual crew plus some extras. now sarah and i thought that we didn't have enough and we had heard how much bacardi 151 fucked up tasha the week before, so we bought some of that, and some 99 blackberries, but we already had a half a handle of vodka, and plus roomie brought down a whole unopened bottle of Jaquin's rum...alcohol like whoa! plus i had already made 2 batches of jello shots...
so sarah and i start drinking about 8pm, people show up, i get drunker and drunker, and the thing is, is that when i black out, no one knows 'cause i act normal...so everyone ended up leaving around like 1ish...josh and philip stayed and chilled then headed to dunkin dounuts, so i changed into my pj's and everything and hop into bed and got on the phone with ali, drunk off my ass...the next thing i know it's like 45 min later and there is a knock on my door...it's philip...ummmm ok. so i let him and he and i talk til like 430 in the am...that's all i will say about that...*oh man!*
so saturday i'm pretty hungover, but nothing new, 'cause i knew that i drank alot, well sunday comes and we're going to allentown and i still feel like death...plus i'm getting Nate's cold. so finally after enduring puking for 3 days and being dehydrated i went to the hospital on monday night after band, they told me that it was because i drank so much and took my lithium...i'm a stupid shit! and on top of the i had the head cold from hell! a sinus infection or something, some virus...who knows? but i'm def. feeling better than i was earlier in the week! i still feel sick and nothing (food wise) is appealing, so i'm still not eating like i should be, but i'm sure that'll change soon...
so that is my story about how i fail at drinking...
THE END!
-k-
friday night i decided to throw a little shin-dig at my crib. the usual crew plus some extras. now sarah and i thought that we didn't have enough and we had heard how much bacardi 151 fucked up tasha the week before, so we bought some of that, and some 99 blackberries, but we already had a half a handle of vodka, and plus roomie brought down a whole unopened bottle of Jaquin's rum...alcohol like whoa! plus i had already made 2 batches of jello shots...
so sarah and i start drinking about 8pm, people show up, i get drunker and drunker, and the thing is, is that when i black out, no one knows 'cause i act normal...so everyone ended up leaving around like 1ish...josh and philip stayed and chilled then headed to dunkin dounuts, so i changed into my pj's and everything and hop into bed and got on the phone with ali, drunk off my ass...the next thing i know it's like 45 min later and there is a knock on my door...it's philip...ummmm ok. so i let him and he and i talk til like 430 in the am...that's all i will say about that...*oh man!*
so saturday i'm pretty hungover, but nothing new, 'cause i knew that i drank alot, well sunday comes and we're going to allentown and i still feel like death...plus i'm getting Nate's cold. so finally after enduring puking for 3 days and being dehydrated i went to the hospital on monday night after band, they told me that it was because i drank so much and took my lithium...i'm a stupid shit! and on top of the i had the head cold from hell! a sinus infection or something, some virus...who knows? but i'm def. feeling better than i was earlier in the week! i still feel sick and nothing (food wise) is appealing, so i'm still not eating like i should be, but i'm sure that'll change soon...
so that is my story about how i fail at drinking...
THE END!
-k-