Last night was the most ridiculous drunken night of my life. It was worse than the time I woke up naked in a hallway and worse than the time I fell off the top of a bunk bed head first and peed myself. It was bad. And by "bad".. I mean really fucking bad.
My friend Bruno is in a band and I had this (at the time) brilliant idea to go see him play with a bunch of people. Um. I'm still piecing things together. And I'm actually still pretty drunk. Yes, 1pm and I'm still drunk.
I woke up to three drunk guys, one sober guy, a burn in the carpet, a burn on my hand, and the lingering scent of puke, beer, and cigarettes.
Apparently I made out with three girls. Um, don't remember that. Well, I remember one of them. She was really hot. Oh and apparently I was biting my friend Will, hardly remember that. And how can I forget the 8 videos of me making out with a guy?
Upon waking up all five of us were sitting in a circle in the living room and I announced that he confirmed my lesbianism. Ahahahahaha! Kevin started laughing and I had to remind him that he was the first one to confirm my lesbianism.
I am never drinking like that ever again. NEVER. I thought I was going to die. I seriously thought I was going to die. I was crying my eyes out.
Apparently when I burned my hand, I didn't even notice. And like, 8 minutes later they noticed the burn mark on my hand and when they told me about it, I started crying in pain. That's bad. Really bad. I mean, I couldn't even taste the alcohol anymore. I don't even know what the fuck I was drinking...
I half expected to find a tiger in my bathroom this morning, I swear. I need to get a shower...
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