To start off with, I woke up to a bazillion Facebook notifications from people that don't normally talk to me, as is their wont. Then Madison came over & gave me these awesome shoes.
My feet aren't actually that big.
Then we went to the place where we get our piercings done. She got the back of her neck pierced for the 3rd time (long story) & I finally got an industrial piercing like I've wanted for an eternity.
Success!
After that, I had dinner with my small group from church. That was pretty uneventful, as was the barhopping afterwards. I was photographed all sweaty & gross with Katie.
Gross!
After we took that picture, Katie & I went downstairs to get some more drinks & unfortunately missed this redneck girl giving some guy a lap dance. My church friends decided that it was time to hightail it out of there, so off we went. Then this guy from my group, Brad (who was really drunk) became very belligerent & yelling at passersby (on top of making a lot of sexist & misogynistic comments). I was trying to calm him down & get him to shut up. Eventually he left (drunk. We tried to stop him but he wouldn't not).
But Brad isn't done! You see, he had seen Madison on my Facebook & had been messaging her. I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of terrible at being able to tell whether or not people are a good fit for one another, so I just told her to give him a chance; however, she was already grossed out by him before they met because of some of the texts he had sent. Anyway, the night after my birthday I had a party with the people from work & anyone else who wanted to come. Well, since Madison was going to be there Brad wanted to be there as well. He showed up at the restaurant & would hardly talk to anyone. And when he did, he was incredibly judgmental & kind of an ass. Now, I'm not going to say that any of the rest of us handled the situation very well, but needless to say he left before the party resumed at my place.
Once we got to my place, everyone proceeded to drink a bit. I was good for a while, until close to the end when people were starting to leave & that asshole Sam got me to start doing shots (I never do shots). After having had about 4 beers previously, the 4 to 5 Malibu shots kind of sent me over the edge.
As I have mentioned in a previous post, when I get really...drinky...I begin shedding clothes. First was my shirt...
That's Kristin. She's important in a minute.
Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending...) there are no pictures of me once I got into my underwear. Anyway, for some reason or another I went up to my room & as I was coming back down the stairs I fell. Luckily I didn't go head over ass or anything like that. I just fell & kind of...slid down. Anyway, when I reached the bottom, Kristin, who was also not in her most lucid mind, threw a cookie at me. This cookie hit me in the mouth & gosh darn it, it hurt! I wasn't going to stand for that so I chucked my phone at her. Surprisingly, drunk me has better aim than sober me because the next thing I see is Kristin's head flying back as my phone made contact with her face.
As was seen in one of the first pictures on here, my phone is really big (a Droid). This next picture is the aftermath...
Kristin, with ice on her lip & blood on the floor next to her, waving at the camera.
After that, I called it a night & went upstairs. Then the stomachy feeling started & I took my pillow & a blanket in with me to the bathroom, where I proceeded to puke off & on for about an hour, all the while having "Back to Black" by Amy Winehouse stuck in my head. I was upset about her dying earlier that day, so having that particular song & her dead voice stuck in my head while I was already sick just made it worse.
After that, I realized that I needed to get my shit together. I've only been really drunk once since then, but I've made a concerted effort to cut back on the drinking. I'm 25 years old & don't need to be throwing shit at people.
5 comments:
Eh, sometimes you gotta throw shit at a bitch.
I'm slowly realizing the same things that you are. I don't enjoy the feeling the next day, headaches & body aches from doing stupid things. I also find that I say things that just aren't me. I still cringe at some crude things I said to a gal several years back.
What Ken said.
And also, what the hell? Multiple birthday celebrations? Someone is more popular than he pretends to be!
(Also I know this comment is vague and probably sounds like I didn't read the whole thing but I TOTES did, you can quiz me)
(and I don't usually say totes)
Dr. Ken, that is the truth of God right there.
George, doesn't it suck to realize that we're growing up? Jesus tits...
Virgin, the reason for the 2 parties was because most of the people from the work one are underage, whereas everyone from the church one could go out & drink publicly. I'm really not that popular. People just want an excuse to drink.
That sounds like quite the eventful birthday, a little painful, but fun.
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