vladdic

*clutches stomach and tries not to vomit* Last night was pretty fun. Nothing all that eventful happend, but a good time none the less. Started out at my buddy's Ben party, whom I haven't seen in ages. So many fucking people there. I randomly found out Ben is dating one of my ex-girlfriends. We parted on good terms, and Ben is dating her for the right reasons (she is hot, easy, and really doesn't require all that much maintenance on the emotional level, perfect for a fun, yet not very serious relationship). Sadly, the keg floated around 2 hours after I got there. Then things got a little interesting. Some dude had some fucking moonshine. I've only drank moonshine once before, and this morning, I realize why I swore I would never drink it again. First off it was whiskey... and I fucking hate whiskey. The shit went down surprisingly smooth. Ben and I did about 3 shots a peice, and I was fucked.
About this time things really started dying down, and I'm wondering how the fuck I'm going to get home. Fate intervened and my roommate came back, turns out she forgot her keys. God loves me. She dropped me off at Ronnie's house, where a whole new round of drinking ensued.
I was already pretty hammered when I got there, but that didn't stop me from slamming back a handful of shots. As is always the case at Ronnie's, I got pissed about something stupid, and started walking home. I was about halfway back to my apartment when I realized that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Everything is getting real fucking blurry and I'm so dizzy I'm about to fall over. Fate intervened again. Kevin was heading back to his place, and saw my drunk ass stumbling down the road. He picked me up and dropped me off at my apartment where I promptly passed the fuck out. The moral of this story... god loves me.

P.S. I've brushed my teeth 3 times and I can still taste that fucking moonshine! Goddamnit.