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All week I had been looking forward to this weekend. Friday went mostly as expected...met some friends at the beach to just chill, and have a sort of picnic...the weekend starting going a littile wrong when no one brought alcohol like they were supposed to. And then I spent most of the night talking to a guy who they brought to hook me up with, but he is so not my type, and I think they should really know what kind of guy I would like by now. Yes, I'm picky. The night redeemed itself when I went to Howl at the Moon with some of the guys from high school who came into town for a friend's wedding. I didn't drink much, though b/c I had to drive myself home. Cameron made me promise to get drunk when we all went out Saturday night and I agreed, and we all were planning on going club hopping or just hanging out at Howl at the Moon again. We were supposed to dress cute Saturday, since the guys would still be dressed up from the wedding. Well, Saturday did not go as planned at all. First I spent the whole day trying to find a shirt to go out, and I finally did, but the process was less than fun. Then I got ready to go around 8, since the wedding was at 2. I figured they would be done by then. Well, after almost 3 hours of waiting for the guys to leave the longest reception I ever heard of, we finally were ready to go out. By then I had lost my excitement and didn't have a desire to drink...I was in a bad mood. We ended up going back and forth to people's houses and the hotel where the bridal party was staying. The only things to drink all night were beer and vodka...so I didn't drink. The night sucked for hours until around 2 when my friend was totally drunk, and she was rather entertaining. But then she puked...but she was still funny. She was smiling and laughing the whole time. So, one small part was good...the rest sucked. I so needed that night out, I never want to go out, I knew it wasn't going to go as planned. Maybe next time.