smurfasaur

Well, lets recap of Thursday night going out drinking for my birthday. Best and worst night of my life. It was Mike (the boyfriend), JC (the roommate), Fred and Dave (the coworkers) and justin (the best friend) we went to the dolphin and did some shots and drank some beers and i got some of my birthday punches. that was fun then we went to meet my friennds jesse and ashleigh at dirty wasted. this is where shit started not going well. as soon as i got there the bartender announced that it was my 21st birthday... mistake never ever let anyone do this- we will get to this point later. i got pulled up on the bar and i drank something out a a skull, and as soon as i got down like 5 or 6 people bought me shots. now mind you at the dolphin i had like 3 beers plus like 3-4 rounds of shots and for everyone my friends had i had 2. back to dirty wasted i had a beer another shot, then double fisted 2 beers. then i dont remember anything... i apparently was dancing on a box with 2 girls that got my cloths off and they were making out with me... mike was like ut oh... and fred convinced him that it was fine he was like nah its ok its her birthday... so mike was like ok alright its fine. then i got down dave had a full glass of whiskey that he took 2 sips out of and was like here you want this? so i took it and dave said i glupped it down like it was ice tea, then just flopped on the ground out cold. the last thing i remember was holding 2 beers. i had to be carried down the stairs and out to the car by 2 people. and carried up my stairs by mike and jc. all i ate that day was chicken nuggets- fatal mistake. lol i also lost my phone in the process.
the next day was fucking terrible. i peed the bed (awesome right!) lol i couldnt move, talk, eat, drink. i eventually had to be carried down stairs so i could pee again. i think i passed out again in the bathroom and when i came out i collapsed on the floor hit my head started shaking. had to be carried back up stairs because my legs wouldnt work. i layed in bed all day puking and shaking feeling like i was going to fucking die.
by the time night came and i was still shaking and puking all the water i was drinking, and still not able to talk or move. my roommate anne marie and mike forced me to go to the ER. they had to carry me because i didnt want to go. i was there all fucking night. till like 7 in the morning. i hurt my arm so i had to have an xray- its not broken thank god. and because i hit my head on the floor and was "confused" when i got to the ER they made me get a CAT scan. my brain is ok though. and i had ivs of like 3 different things and my heart was beating really rapidly so i was on a heart moniter all fucking night. blehhh. it fucking sucked.
i was still sick yesterday and still today. and now im stuck at work. it was fun til friday though! oh well. i never want to get that drunk again