No More Sunday Night Drinking
Last Sunday (4 days ago), Sid and his wife had us over for hors d'oeurves and wine. While this sounds very adult and civilized, it wasn't. We were all trashed. Hammered. Destroyed. To put this into perspective, let me put it this way. I rarely drink. That I went out twice in a weekend is nothing short of a miracle. Normally, I'm the DD, and am completely happy to drink soda all night. But no. Sunday, I kicked a bottle of white by myself. And I'm a very small girl. Like, 5'1" small. We all left by 10, and I spent a good portion of the rest of the evening puking my guts out. Needless to say, I was totally useless in class on Monday. We all were. The good thing about it though? We're all a little closer now.
posted by MelissaJ @ 11:24 AM
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