Jason
Silver Member
Normally I would say I don't have a limit to how drunk I should get. Last night said otherwise.
I barely remember anything. And it scares me because the parts I do remember were scary.
I remember crying on Katie's shoulder saying "I'm sorry about *such n such*.
I remember showing pictures of my junk to some 20 y/o, then she made out with me and insisted I put my hand on her tits, all in front of my Katie. (At this point of typing this out I threw up in the bathroom... hard. It came out my nose.)
I remember some kid getting me all wet from the spa.
I remember Katie losing her phone and the battery to mine and I have NO IDEA how she had my battery. She was crying and freaking out. She found my battery in the bubbles on the ground from the spa. She found her phone in her top...
I remember choosing Cat Stevens - Matthew and Son on the jukebox, and being the only one to dance to it. I also remember choosing another song that didn't come on, so I headbutted the jukebox.
I remember the snake. The dude hosting the party, Dylan, had a pet snake. It was fun.
I remember pissing. A lot.
I remember calling Jazz.
I remember throwing up in the front garden when Dylan and his mother were taking me home, saying I was sorry between chucks.
I only remember my actions. What I said... no idea.
Here I am now. Tired. Shaking. On the verge of throwing up again.
Drink smart kids. Don't go too far. It really isn't worth it.
I barely remember anything. And it scares me because the parts I do remember were scary.
I remember crying on Katie's shoulder saying "I'm sorry about *such n such*.
I remember showing pictures of my junk to some 20 y/o, then she made out with me and insisted I put my hand on her tits, all in front of my Katie. (At this point of typing this out I threw up in the bathroom... hard. It came out my nose.)
I remember some kid getting me all wet from the spa.
I remember Katie losing her phone and the battery to mine and I have NO IDEA how she had my battery. She was crying and freaking out. She found my battery in the bubbles on the ground from the spa. She found her phone in her top...
I remember choosing Cat Stevens - Matthew and Son on the jukebox, and being the only one to dance to it. I also remember choosing another song that didn't come on, so I headbutted the jukebox.
I remember the snake. The dude hosting the party, Dylan, had a pet snake. It was fun.
I remember pissing. A lot.
I remember calling Jazz.
I remember throwing up in the front garden when Dylan and his mother were taking me home, saying I was sorry between chucks.
I only remember my actions. What I said... no idea.
Here I am now. Tired. Shaking. On the verge of throwing up again.
Drink smart kids. Don't go too far. It really isn't worth it.
