I had a really great time on Friday night, hangin’ out with a crowd I don’t get to see much these days. But since the ex (they’re “his” crowd) was busy writing an exam until late, I dragged my butt down to the Foggy Dew and proceeded to get shitfaced.
I hung out with some old friends….
And apparently made some new ones….
Then I went home, threw up, and proceeded to sleep all but 6 of the next 30 hours and woke up with some nasty dehydration zits.
Note to self: You cannot hold your liquor. Therefore, we, the cells of your body have determined that you have ZERO right to party. Please stop fighting, you will only lose.
