What a freakin’ blast! Now..if I could only remember what happened. Haha, just kidding..kind of. I went to a party held by my brother’s best friend, B-Hop (that’s what we call him.) I think we got there at about seven and that’s when B-Hop started handing out Vegas bomb shots. Now, I didn’t know what the heck a Vegas bomb was, but I came to really love it by the end of the night. I stopped having shots and ended up putting it in a blue hefty cup, not red solo cup, haha. I haven’t really experienced drunk drunk until last night. I felt so…so free? Weightless, definitely. 

So, I’ll start from the beginning. I’m going to look back on this post come next year, so I want to be able to recall it. Thank goodness for Tumblr. Right so after the Vegas bomb shot, I decided to drink it by the cup. I think I may have had 2-3 cups of it. I felt really giddy. The first thing I really did was play beer pong with my sister. It was my first time. I lost. I was okay with that.
I sat down afterwards with Cindy, my mom, and my sister. We all talked some, I told everybody I loved them. I told most of the people I was familiar with that I loved them. Then there was some singing. My mom was shushing me, but damn, I felt great. I was on Cloud 9 the whole gosh darn time.
I think I went to the bathroom about four times. Yes, the alcohol was definitely in my system. My sister and I had somewhat of a heart-to-heart. We discussed issues with Randy (her soon-to-be-ex-husband) and about how she wants a divorce, and she can’t be happy until it’s over with. I’m not used to that kind of talking. I just..don’t, but I wanted to be there for her and so I listened. I don’t want to say she kind of dampened my mood, because she didn’t. It’s just..I don’t like when you mix sad feelings with alcohol, but sometimes it’s one’s last resort. So I forgive her for that, it was just really bothersome.  
Now, I think, after coming back in and whatnot, I sat down for a few, looked at my phone a couple of times, and told some people that I loved them. B-Hop was surprised by how I was acting. Yes, I’m usually quiet and don’t say much. He was talking with Cindy, saying how every time he and my brother would pick me up from school, it was always a “Hey, what’s up?” “Oh, I’m doing good.” Needless to say, I suck at conversing. I hugged a couple of people, too.
This is where things tend to get a smidge fuzzy. Just a smidge. I walked around and talked to my mom and dad, told them that Sandy was crying. I sat down on the bench and looked at her, she was indeed crying. Then, somehow, I ended up playing beer pong again with Mikel, Brandon’s brother. I think I won once, and lost the other within those two rounds.
Apparently..gosh I don’t how to say this. It’s all chopped up. I remember sitting by the bench again, watching my sister and Brandon play beer pong against my brother and Keith. Sandy and Brandon won, it was awesome. I cheered them on. There was a moment when I walked out with Sandy because she needed to throw up. Then later on that night, she walked me out so I could throw up. I can’t believe I was sticking my finger down my throat just to throw up. I felt better after that though. I came back in with my sister and she told everybody that I threw up on my Sperry’s. That’s what I remember clearly. I then proceeded to look down at my shoes, seeing that they were wet, then laughed. 
This is where I forgot most of my night. Apparently I played beer pong most of the time, like four or five rounds. I wasn’t doing bad either, well, allegedly. Like getting three shots in a row or something, haha. My dad told me I got the last shot of the night, saying game over because we had won. I’m so proud of myself, I’m just bummed that I can’t remember. Mikel and I are a good team apparently. I’ll keep that in mind for next year. My dad also told me that I was taking shots in-between those rounds. I do remember a moment where I took two shots of honey something. I took it with these people that I don’t know, except Kenzie. I kind of knew her. We both had a shot together because she was scared, ha. 

I think that’s all I remember. Like, really. That spanned over five hours. I missed midnight by seven minutes. I had a good night, from what I can remember. I hugged a bunch of people good bye. I held my sister’s hand on the way home. Gah, I’m embarrassed. I get so lovable when I drink. I’m only starting to figure this out because I’ve only been drunk twice. The first time was eh. I just wanted to hug everybody. I’m deducing that it’s only because I don’t love enough when I’m sober. I just tend to not do that. No love for you, haha. 

As for my “hangover,” it wasn’t bad. I woke up at 6 AM feeling hot, went to the bathroom and washed myself off with cold water and drank some water. I chilled in the bathtub listening to “Lonely Boy” by The Black Keys. I cooled down some and watched My Little Pony after that. I’ve never felt so…accepted until this morning. Who knew people would be so proud of a drunk person. Just kidding, it was fun. I had fun. Fun fun fun fun. Hopefully this will be a great start to a new year!

Peace! xo