Why I am an idiot and how I punked myself.
One foul shot to a lightweight redhead led to a night of "what the fuck". I ddn't have a lot to drink, I just couldn't handle my liquor apparently. My phone just turned back on, I just got all the text messages I missed out on- 2 days later. So from there I can piece together my night. I left the bar on Saturday night because I felt like I was getting drunk and didn't want to be drunk in front of bloggers. So I am slowly piecing together the night from lost text messages.8pm: Blogmukkah
12am: first voicemail asking me why I left.
1am: Another voicemail asking me where I was.
2am: text message from friends at bar across the street from blogmukkah saying "hey why did you leave?"
(I can only guess that I decided to go to the restaurant to hang out with old friends)
3:19am: reciept from delancy mcdonald's for a cheeseburger. (I think this clock was an hour behind).
4- 5:30: end up in coney island, confused, bewildered and have no idea what is going on. I didn't have a watch on me so the time is sketch. I think it was sometime after 4am.
5:30am: Finally end up back in park slope with no keys. I think I dropped them or something.
Moral of the story: don't buy all you can drink wrist bands when your roommate is the bartender. Also don't play beer pong or take a shot if you have an all you can drink wrist band and/or you stopped drinking for an excessive period of time.
My saturday night was so unexpected and traumatic.
posted by Betty @ 10:53 PM
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