That was the night I finished an entire tray of jello shots (gross) and a bottle of wine...and decided that rollerblading down a flight of stairs would be a good idea. If it wasn't for my (to be) husband, I'm sure I would have spent the remainder of that night in the hospital instead of throwing up a lung for 3 hours.
What I forgot to tell the first time I wrote this was, as I was hugging that porcelain bowl, straining all of my chest muscles and breaking some blood vessels, I realized I was getting wet. Yet, I thought my friend had (for some strange reason) turned the shower on. What I found out the next morning was a ******* tornado had come through, sheets of pouring rain and sleet and hail....and his bathroom window was open. I guess I was kind of drunk.
The consequences? I ended up missing 3 days of classes because I couldn't speak (stomach acid had burned my entire throat), I could move because every muscle in my body ached and I had a hangover headache for a good 72 hours....Oh, it was fun. Massive amounts of drunken fun!!