Partying. It’s a pretty common thing. In any given group there is always the one that drinks too much, the one that’s absolutely hilarious, the one that gets a little too open due to the immense amounts of liquid courage…you know exactly what I’m talkin’ about. But, when friends come from near and far to get together for one amazing night, there’s bound to be more than just a party happening. However, in everyone's partying life there is always “that night” where maybe you had a little too much to drink, not enough food to absorb it, and, in the end, not enough water to drink. That, my dear reader, was me at my ‘09 Summer Bash. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
Maybe it was to de-stress about the current school situation, but maybe it was because I have an amazing bunch of friends who I just wanted to drink with and have a great time. Clearly, I didn’t watch how much my bottle of vodka was becoming increasingly empty with every drink I made, as I (probably) put more in my drink as the night went on to make it not taste so much like water. Looking back, that may have been a bad idea.
You see, I have always been “that drunk” that caters to everyone else's needs; the one who clears away beer bottles when they start getting in the way, who keeps everyone in line, helps people when they’re not feeling too hot, and generally just keeps things flowing nicely. Not at this party. Not even close. If anything, I turned into that “nuisance drunk” that apparently fell a lot, and laughed at the dumbest things; that damned high maintenance drunk that I so often grit my teeth at. Vodka is the devil. I’m going back to my Malibu, which I don’t get sick from, don’t get a hangover from (often), and don't get NEARLY that drunk from. Vodka…peace out. It’s over. Bella can keep you. The restraining order I am setting up will become effective immediately, this includes you in the form of anything from shots, mixing, and/or jello shots.
Now, do you ever have one of those mornings where you wake up and ask, “What the h*ll happened last night?” Again, that was me…and Bella. Bella and I always remember the night. What are the chances of us both being so incredibly incapacitated that we both don’t remember? That either spells out “great party” or “you were just way too drunk.” All day we tried to pry from the other drunk-but-not-that-drunk friends that had the misfortune of being around us the previous night. However, apparently our memory wasn’t the only bad one. Numerous other people could only give generalizations, never specifics (which was what we were after.) “Well, you guys were rather amusing, happy, and fell down a lot.” My bruises tell me that, thanks.
Since Bella and I converse about our increasingly single life on a daily, sober basis, as much as I have tried denying it, the topic came up last night…apparently multiple times. Bella recalls me complaining, saying that “I’m so LONELY!!” She responded something along the lines of “Aw, Raych….” when I snapped back “Well, so are YOU!” Not going to lie, I BURST out into uncontrollable laughter when I heard that, picturing it in my head so vividly clear. Apparently I asked another friend to be my temporary boyfriend. FML, and eff you vodka. Other than that, our specifics on the night are nonexistent, or at least very vague if they do in the slightest way exist. The puzzle will never be put together, but the pictures do claim that everyone had a wicked awesome time.
I also love the “morning after” so that you can converse with the unfortunate souls who stayed the night. It was during one of these conversations that we discovered that Bella slept on a large, extremely comfortable pillow…my dog’s bed. I’m sure she will write a post about that, so I’m not going to spoil her fun.
Anyways, I have learned that a) you cannot rely on other drunks to reconstruct the previous night, b) best friends will always be there, even in the sticky, gross situations, c) my summer parties apparently kick ass, and finally, d) Vodka is my poison that may as well be lethal.
Adious!
- a very hungover Heidi
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