The reprucussions of being ridiculously drunk.
Every conversation I have with Denis reveals something new I did on Wednesday night that I can't remember. On Friday, we were sitting in the compy sci building, I was reading and he was studying for his midterm and I was playing with my hair. He said "Do you remember telling me that your friend told you you play with your hair when you're drunk?" ".....No." "Oh well, you did." "But I always play with my hair." "I know, and you were just doing it, so I thought of it." "Right."
On the way to math, "Do you remember telling me that you met Joel Plaskett in Australia?" "....No." "You said that it wasn't weird that you'd met him there because you're from Guelph, but if you were from Halifax and met him there then it would be" "Oh."
Last night we were texting. A song came on that I love and I started singing to it. And then I just kind of paused for a minute. "I didn't sing the other night, did I?" "Oh you most certainly did" "Jesus Christ" "S'ok, you were in key."
Not only is it embarrassing, but I actually cringe every time I hear a new story. I remember bits, but clearly not most of the night. I didn't think I was that bad, I mean, I know I fell in the tub and was completely shit faced, but I didn't think it was black out drunk. I guess you can't really be drunk enough to fall in the tub but sober enough to remember what was going on. He's coming over today and we're going to talk about what happened, but I almost don't want to know. The more I know, the less I'll be able to face him.
On the way to math, "Do you remember telling me that you met Joel Plaskett in Australia?" "....No." "You said that it wasn't weird that you'd met him there because you're from Guelph, but if you were from Halifax and met him there then it would be" "Oh."
Last night we were texting. A song came on that I love and I started singing to it. And then I just kind of paused for a minute. "I didn't sing the other night, did I?" "Oh you most certainly did" "Jesus Christ" "S'ok, you were in key."
Not only is it embarrassing, but I actually cringe every time I hear a new story. I remember bits, but clearly not most of the night. I didn't think I was that bad, I mean, I know I fell in the tub and was completely shit faced, but I didn't think it was black out drunk. I guess you can't really be drunk enough to fall in the tub but sober enough to remember what was going on. He's coming over today and we're going to talk about what happened, but I almost don't want to know. The more I know, the less I'll be able to face him.