I ain't drinking again anytime soon...
Disclaimer: this is a true story, entirely honest and anyone who thinks it ain't that interesting can go live their own little nightmare story.
It was the weekend before halloween. A friend of mine who's going to
school out of town came in for the weekend. Somehow she managed to convince me to go
to the bar with her and 2 other friends of ours on Friday night. (yes, and we
*all* were underage, not just me, I was just the youngest). Well Friday was kinda
dull.. we all drank some but I didn't get home until 3 am and I fell asleep at 5 and
woke up at 10. It was saturday night that was interesting...
ok *ahem* Saturday night...
Chrystina wanted to go to the bar again. So we did. But at about 11
(we got there at 9) we were thoroughly bored. A little drunk.. and bored. So we went
to a halloween party. It was a small party.. but with lots of booze. We got
there in the middle of a drinking game.. and everyone had glasses of wine cooler.
Well I joined the game... and drank a lot. More than the rest of the people did. Let's
just say by about 1 am I was drunker than I had ever been before. That and I was
exhausted because I hadn't slept much the night before. But then...
...then more people started arriving. So I met some new people. And
for some stupid reason I kept drinking. I wasn't completely out of control.. and I
wasn't sick... but I came close. Well after winning a few games of poker at about 2:30 I
was tired.. on the verge of passing out. So I laid down on the floor. I like to sleep
on the floor. But a friend of mine who was sober dragged me up and made me lay down on the
couch. I fell asleep immediately. I remembr being woken up once by some guy
asking if I was okay.. I told him I was just really tired. Well after about 30 minutes
of sleeping I woke up to strange voices saying let's pour beer in her hair to wake her up.
So I immediately sat up.. not knowing who these people were or
if they were even talking about me.. but to be safe I thought I'd better get up.
Well I sat up a little too quickly. I was so dizzy I nearly fell over. But I managed to walk
out of the living room. I wanted to go home. Home where I knew I was safe and could
sleep without fear (paranoia was creeping in). I wandered around the whole top floor
of the house and I couldn't find a single person I knew. Some guy dressed as Miss
Piggy came up to me and started rubbing his stuffed bra against my back. I ran
downstairs (half-stumbling of course) franctically trying to find someone I knew
to take me home. Finally I found a friend of mine and I asked if I could go hom.. she
said ok but you'll have to wait an hour or so.. just to make sure I'm ok to drive. I was
so relieved.. I sat down behind the downstairs furniture and cried. Some girl I don't know
hugged me and calmed me down until I stopped crying.
Well anyway it took me until 5 am to sober up enough to calm down
totally. I wouldn't let Heather (my ride home) out of my sight I was so paranoid.
I woke up the next morning (not hungover.. have never been hungover) completely
amazed at how I had acted the night before. It was such a horrible night.. I scared the
crap out of myself and what could have happened.
back where you came from