Last night I drank more than I thought was even humanly possible. I didn't get to eat all day because of a field trip at work, and then my roommate's friends were in town, so I went out with them.
First, we played cards...i.e.: Drinking Games.
Next, we went to the first bar and I drank bunches of shots of something gross, plus several more beers.
Finally, we went to a bar that had a tiny dance floor on the ground floor, where I drank YET MORE mixed drinks AND beers, and danced my very uncoordinated and white ass off.
Why do I ALWAYS think I can dance when I get drunk? Why does everyone think they can dance when they get drunk?
The rest of the night is pretty much a blur, but those are the key highlights. I'm gonna drink a lot of water today and take it MUCH easier tonight. They, being the young and vibrant individuals that they are, have decided to start at 1pm today. Geez.
