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Ridiculously ill and hungover today. Egg salad sandwiches + lots of milk beverages followed by alcohol = so not good.
Courtney texted me at 7:30 last night and asked if i wanted to go to Burn's Alley (our favorite bar) with her after she got off work at 9, because the bartender she likes to flirt with was working and invited her over. I told her I was broke but I would go sit with her, and she said she was just going to get one drink and chat for a while. So we headed over when she got off, first we bought food-- a bag of chips and salsa from La Hacienda, the mexican restaurant you have to walk through to get to Burn's. Once we were in there it was pretty empty and we talked to Travis (the bartender) for a little while. Courtney ordered us both a vodka and cranberry, which he made extra heavy on the vodka because he likes/hates us. Then courtney decided we were going to stay for one more drink, which turned into five or six, which turned into i don't even know how much when all the guys at the bar started buying us drinks (we were just about the only approachable girls in the place-- all the others were either in a large group or hanging off their boyfriends' arms). All in all I had: a vodka cranberry, two malibu pineapples, an apple martini, i think about 4 or 5 (possibly 6) of some kind of cranberry pineapple thing that Travis kept making for us, 2 shots of something this entertaining black man bought for us, and half of this hot guy's beer. Also I had about 5 or 6 cigarettes so I was feeling pretty drunk by the end of the night. I spent about half my time inside talking to courtney and the surrounding men and half outside talking to this really nice guy who works at Francis Marion hotel. I actually gave him my number, even though courtney didn't think he was cute (I thought he looked like Ben Gibbard). I think at one point I showed everyone that ridiculous magic trick involving making rubber bands switch fingers. At the end of the night Travis halfed our bill in exchange for a kiss from courtney, which was nice of him, so she only had to pay like $20 for us to get completely wasted.
So after we left the night got a little ugly... I was really, really drunk, like more drunk than i've ever been in my life. I somehow made it up to my room and into bed, but after about an hour I puked up everything i ate ALL DAY, all over my bed and myself. It was fucking disgusting. I was like crying all over the place and stumbling, knocking over shit and trying to clean up my bed, and eventually i just pushed all the blankets and sheets off onto the floor and slept on the mattress cover, which was still gross but not as bad as the blankets. The room smelled awful and I'm sure my roommates hated me... one got up and asked me if I was okay and I told her I had food poisoning, I was not about to tell her that I drank too much.
Needless to say I did not sleep very well... I kept waking up every hour because i was freezing and it smelled awful, so I remembered like all my dreams really vividly. At one point I had a dream that I got beat up in Marion Square and passed out behind the fountain, which led to me slipping into a coma, and then I woke up in the hospital with a tube up my nose and an IV in my arm. It was SO REAL. The way everything went black and then came into focus as I "opened my eyes" and saw the hospital room and my mom and dad sitting there. It was intense. Later, when I was napping after waking up and taking a shower (the most awful experience of my life, btw. I think I threw up pure alcohol.) I had another ridiculously real dream... it was even set in my bedroom so I really thought it was happening for a second. Basically it consisted of me being woken up by Charles putting his arm around me, then cuddling and subsequently having sex with him. Of course this was not actually happening and it made me sad to dream about it, but I'm still resolved not to text him again.
Anyway that's pretty much it.. I probably should get ready for class or finish doing this laundry or something. My room reeks and I am never drinking more than 2 or 3 drinks again. I swear to god, last night and this morning was the worst experience of my life, or at least the worst associated with alcohol. Not fun.
Courtney texted me at 7:30 last night and asked if i wanted to go to Burn's Alley (our favorite bar) with her after she got off work at 9, because the bartender she likes to flirt with was working and invited her over. I told her I was broke but I would go sit with her, and she said she was just going to get one drink and chat for a while. So we headed over when she got off, first we bought food-- a bag of chips and salsa from La Hacienda, the mexican restaurant you have to walk through to get to Burn's. Once we were in there it was pretty empty and we talked to Travis (the bartender) for a little while. Courtney ordered us both a vodka and cranberry, which he made extra heavy on the vodka because he likes/hates us. Then courtney decided we were going to stay for one more drink, which turned into five or six, which turned into i don't even know how much when all the guys at the bar started buying us drinks (we were just about the only approachable girls in the place-- all the others were either in a large group or hanging off their boyfriends' arms). All in all I had: a vodka cranberry, two malibu pineapples, an apple martini, i think about 4 or 5 (possibly 6) of some kind of cranberry pineapple thing that Travis kept making for us, 2 shots of something this entertaining black man bought for us, and half of this hot guy's beer. Also I had about 5 or 6 cigarettes so I was feeling pretty drunk by the end of the night. I spent about half my time inside talking to courtney and the surrounding men and half outside talking to this really nice guy who works at Francis Marion hotel. I actually gave him my number, even though courtney didn't think he was cute (I thought he looked like Ben Gibbard). I think at one point I showed everyone that ridiculous magic trick involving making rubber bands switch fingers. At the end of the night Travis halfed our bill in exchange for a kiss from courtney, which was nice of him, so she only had to pay like $20 for us to get completely wasted.
So after we left the night got a little ugly... I was really, really drunk, like more drunk than i've ever been in my life. I somehow made it up to my room and into bed, but after about an hour I puked up everything i ate ALL DAY, all over my bed and myself. It was fucking disgusting. I was like crying all over the place and stumbling, knocking over shit and trying to clean up my bed, and eventually i just pushed all the blankets and sheets off onto the floor and slept on the mattress cover, which was still gross but not as bad as the blankets. The room smelled awful and I'm sure my roommates hated me... one got up and asked me if I was okay and I told her I had food poisoning, I was not about to tell her that I drank too much.
Needless to say I did not sleep very well... I kept waking up every hour because i was freezing and it smelled awful, so I remembered like all my dreams really vividly. At one point I had a dream that I got beat up in Marion Square and passed out behind the fountain, which led to me slipping into a coma, and then I woke up in the hospital with a tube up my nose and an IV in my arm. It was SO REAL. The way everything went black and then came into focus as I "opened my eyes" and saw the hospital room and my mom and dad sitting there. It was intense. Later, when I was napping after waking up and taking a shower (the most awful experience of my life, btw. I think I threw up pure alcohol.) I had another ridiculously real dream... it was even set in my bedroom so I really thought it was happening for a second. Basically it consisted of me being woken up by Charles putting his arm around me, then cuddling and subsequently having sex with him. Of course this was not actually happening and it made me sad to dream about it, but I'm still resolved not to text him again.
Anyway that's pretty much it.. I probably should get ready for class or finish doing this laundry or something. My room reeks and I am never drinking more than 2 or 3 drinks again. I swear to god, last night and this morning was the worst experience of my life, or at least the worst associated with alcohol. Not fun.