Project Night Train aborted...
Well, I drank about two or so glasses before I did myself a favor and stopped drinking it. Too hardcore for me, but I tried it. Also tried three shots of tequila. Two the traditional way and one via a flying bottle with a salty cap. I can still taste the tequila...unpleasant.
All in all I enjoyed the night. Especially laying in the grass. The grass was so cushy. There weren't any stars, though. My roommates and I vented...I got to talk about my dumb brother...dumb brother. I tried my best to behave and it's said I wasn't awful. Still bit people...made Castranova scream like a girl. Need to stop that, but I'm afraid that might be a lost cause. Maybe the intensity of the biting could be diminished...nibbling? Doesn't sound as fun. Besides, biting seems be to a part of my self-defense system. Once I'm drunk, my instincts become very protective...
Rule #1: Bite -- it keeps them in line
Rule #2: Refuse all help -- just in case they are traps
Rule #3: Sleep in your clothes...simpler that way. Changing has
too many risks.
I believe, though, that I repaid everyone in humor seeing as my coordination-well my lack of coordination-created a few moments of hilarity. Fell down a lot...almost fell out of the car...kicked Corrine in the face (ACCIDENT!!)...took my shoes off and shouted, "I am COMPLETELY Unshod!"...etc.
Oh, also seems like I had a tantrum last night as well. Alcohol, however, has cursed me with forgetfullness, so I don't know as to why. Drunk Tangee suggested I was probably just mad at myself...she's probably right.
New Information: Talked to cops last night...drunk. Wish I could remember.
All in all I enjoyed the night. Especially laying in the grass. The grass was so cushy. There weren't any stars, though. My roommates and I vented...I got to talk about my dumb brother...dumb brother. I tried my best to behave and it's said I wasn't awful. Still bit people...made Castranova scream like a girl. Need to stop that, but I'm afraid that might be a lost cause. Maybe the intensity of the biting could be diminished...nibbling? Doesn't sound as fun. Besides, biting seems be to a part of my self-defense system. Once I'm drunk, my instincts become very protective...
Rule #1: Bite -- it keeps them in line
Rule #2: Refuse all help -- just in case they are traps
Rule #3: Sleep in your clothes...simpler that way. Changing has
too many risks.
I believe, though, that I repaid everyone in humor seeing as my coordination-well my lack of coordination-created a few moments of hilarity. Fell down a lot...almost fell out of the car...kicked Corrine in the face (ACCIDENT!!)...took my shoes off and shouted, "I am COMPLETELY Unshod!"...etc.
Oh, also seems like I had a tantrum last night as well. Alcohol, however, has cursed me with forgetfullness, so I don't know as to why. Drunk Tangee suggested I was probably just mad at myself...she's probably right.
New Information: Talked to cops last night...drunk. Wish I could remember.