A few weeks ago, two other young ladies plus myself definitely had a little too much to drink. It was all fine when the drinks were free and I was on my third rum and coke.
But then I had a whiskey sour... and remember little else.
After being extremely hungover at a Rays game the next day and eating five hot dogs, I decided not to drink for a really long time.
Yeeeeeah. Right.
It's happening again right now. I was fine at Hooters and drank two glasses of water. Then we went to another place.
Someone ordered a pitcher of beer, and I kept drinking. My glass kept being refilled.
But the killer tonight: a kamikaze.
That was baaaaad.
I'm really not the type to be at all drunk. But I definitely don't know what happened to that.
As I write this, I'm still pretty buzzed. And tired.
The worst part is, I did this with a certain member of the opposite sex that I've now gone out with a few times. And I feel sloppy.
This is so not good.
I'm never doing this again. Or at least not until tomorrow night.
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