Ugh. I know that everyone else already knows, but I've gotta repeat it to myself sometimes. Maybe, one day, it'll finally get through my addled brain.
Erika. You suck at drinking.
... that I do. But anyway, this is a sore attempt at trying to get myself to prevent a repeat of last night. Drinking so much that it drives you to the bathroom so you don't accidentally throw up on the carpet of whoever's house you're at. Though last night was hardly my worst drinking experience (and trust me on that one), it could've gone better.
The whole mixing Red Bull with vodka really, really killed the bite, so I didn't know I was at my limit until... I don't know, the end of that last drink I downed. I think my limit it around four shots (because a measly four shots knows how to kick my 115lbs. frame) and I lost count around... five or six.
But hey, the night was fun enough that it was worth it. The highlight, of course, would be Cory and Amie signing onto World of Warcraft drunk and somehow causing a bunch of guild drama, because some guildies couldn't have a good time and handle the low maturity level of them. I mean, how can anyone take drunk people online seriously?
So, to cure the slight ache of a hangover that's bugging my stomach, I wander out before getting everyone some Jamba Juice. They're not awake yet, but I figured they'd appreciate something healthy to curb the morning's ailments.
Anyway, I need to go clean the shot glasses and smuggle them back into my house before my dad figures out I snatched 'em.