alrighty. so. i guess it would be easiest to just start from the beginning and go from there.

yesterday afternoon, mike was throwing a hissyfit and decided he wanted to go camping with some other friends. after a few minutes, he changed his mind and went to go see if there were any open campsites. there weren't. so, i went over to chris and mike's to hang and stay the night. yet again, mike was throwing a hissyfit. so chris and i went and played mini golf. woo! mini golf!

mike called chris and bitched at her, she hung up and decided we should go to her friend shawn's house. so we went. now, this was the first time i've ever met shawn, keep that in mind. oh, and brian from high school was there. i haven't seen him in 4 years because he dropped out when he was 16, which was when he was a sophmore. brian is pretty funny. so we're sitting there and decided to go buy booze. we all piled into chris's car, drove to meijer, and chris and shawn bought some Hot Damn 100 proof, while brian and i waited outside since we're both underage.

we get back to shawn's house, and brian cracks open the Hot Damn. if you've never drank it before (which I hadn't), its called Hot Damn for a reason. you know those cinnamin Red Hot candy thingys? take a whole pack of those, dump them in your mouth, then multiply that by like, a gazillion. its hot. and nummy. so anyway. brian and i are passing the bottle back and forth between us, and by the time half the bottle is gone, chris decides we should do shooters. we the four of us march to the kitchen (well, more like slightly stagger) and plop ourselves down at the kitchen table. we grab on shot glass, and go around the table (minus shawn, who was the sober one that night. also a good thing), slugging back the Hot Damn. after about the 4th shot, my throat basically tightened up, my eyes started watering, my nose hurt, and i was completely and utterly smashed. however, that didn't stop me from taking the last shot.

next thing i knew, i fell asleep at the kitchen table for a few minutes, before shawn got me up and helped me to the couch. i plopped down on the couch, and chris and brian took my shoes off for me. i was able to get my socks off though, so that was a big accomplishment. brian sat down on the couch with me, and i stretched my legs out across his lap. so there we were, 3 of us completely trashed, while the sober one sits there laughing at us.

the next few hours where.. well, full of drunkenness. chris and brian were sitting at the other end of the couch (i was still lying there laughing my ass off and pointing at the ceiling.) talking. i kept rubbing chris's back. and her legs. i was trying to kick brian off the couch cuz i wanted to snuggle with chris. we watched south park, which is pretty funny when you're drunk as fuck.

after a few hours, i finally drifted off.

the next thing i knew, i was puking my guts out. i'm quite glad shawn was sober. he helped me into the bathroom, got me a wet washcloth, made sure i was leaning over the toilet, and basically made sure i was doing okay. chris did some puking too, though not quite as much as me. i puked on 8 things: myself, the couch, the dog (hee. poor doggy), a pillow, a scooby-doo doll, the living room floor, the bathroom floor, and the toilet. well, actually i puked *in* the last one. i'm sure you all wanted to hear where i puked. but i find it funny.

so after i get done puking, i make it back to the couch and after a while, i pass out again. the next time i wake up, its 11am.

chris and i finally got ourselves up and around and leave. brian left sometime during the night, because he wasn't there when we left.

we drove around, and finally ended up at burger king. we sat there for an hour or so, then drove to battle creek, because chris is looking for a new apartment (just her, not mike) and i told her about the apartment upstairs. so, she came, checked it out, and fell in love with it. i showed her basement, which she loved too. she filled out an application, and we chatted with mom for a bit before we all left (mom and i to go to work, chris to go home).

and now here i am, work is done, i'm not drunk anymore, and i'm hungry.

so, what have we learned for this experience? well, that i'm just sticking to wine from now on. and that shawn has a really comfy couch.

to sum up this ordeal: i got completely trashed at some guy's house who i had just met, with two friends i haven't seen in 4 and 2 years, and puked over everything.

don't tell mom.