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So...last night.....That was a night to remember....well most of it.
It was Kelsea's b-day celebration at The Blues Club. Tons of fun with 50 cent drafts! Woo! So I drank, and drank, and drank some more. I made a fool of myself as usual. I got a guy to buy me a shot. A Yeager Bomb.(spelling?) Anyway, whatever you do people, do not do that!! My face went numb. Under a normal, sober situation I might have realized that the little bomb was waaaay out of my league. Holy drunkenness bat man!! I was fucked up. And really there is no other way to describe that golden moment of my life.
Never, ever again will that bomb enter my life. It made me puke, dear god did I puke! Ugh.......the hangover drink. Terrible.
All in all it was a good time, even if one of my friend's got felt up, and even though someone got arrested. It was still a good time.
That's pretty much it. I do need to stop drunk dialing....really confuses people I think....
Who did I text anyway??