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Saturday, December 23, 2006 Catch up
I had my brithday party last Saturday on the 16th. It was a blast! A nice crowd showed up. About 11 people or more. OH buddy, the drinks did flow, I got a lot of booze given to me for presents. I haven't got to buy one damn thing for Christmas. I only drank 5 beer out of the dozen that I bought. I was too busy drinking Jell-o shooters and stawberry daqueries all night. I was smashed. I fell down once. I got excited and fell down in the coats in the porch. Sheldon said that I plopped down more then fell down.
Wednesday, I got a call from my friend Natasha, she just flew home and she said she was in town for one night only. After I got off of work at 10, I went home changed my clothes and went over to Leanne's. Natasha made two VERY, VERY stiff drinks for me of vodka and chrystal light. I was smashed before we left Leanne's. We head downtown, and went into Greensleeves. Mr. Jason Greeley was playing down there. I got a couple of pics. I peed as soon as I got to the club, and I called Sheldon while I was in the stall. It was fucked up! I remember pulling up my pants and talking to him, but that's it. I have no idea what we talked about. I go out to the bar, get a beer and go looking for the girls. I found them. I drank about 3 quaters of the beer in record time, I didn't mean too, its just that when I'm drunk they go down like water. I went outside to have a smoke. I took my beer with me too! As I was walking out the door with my beer in hand, I remember thinking that I know I'm not allowed to go out with my beer, but I just kept going anyway. I don't know, it seemed reasonable in my head at the time. I got out there and lit a smoke, my phone rang, it was Lesley. Bless her heart. I can't recall anything that was said. It is all very blurry. I have a feeling that we were talking about Western Union but I'm not sure. hahahahaha. When I got of the phone with Les, my beer was gone, and I headed back into the club. The bouncer at the door said you can't go in there with that, I was like well here then take it. It's all gone and I'm done with it. Chill b'y. I wasn't back in there for 2 minutes and I left to go home. On the way home, I thew up in the cab. First time for that. The cabbie was freaking out screaming "hey misses, hey misses" I thew up all over myself and only got a little tiny, tiny bit on his window, which Sheldon gave him paper towels for. I only remember seeing some on my knee, but Sheldon told me that it was all over my arms, chest, chin, fuckin' everywhere. Gross! I got in the house, the next thing I know I'm in bed, dry heaving into the garbage can next to the bed. I don't remember taking any of my clothes off. Nothing! Sheldon stayed up and washed all my clothes and my winters jacket for me. Bless his heart. He took some good care of me. I bought him a thank you card the next day, I was so greatful. Sheldon also told me, that apparently I was broke out into hives when I got home. He said he should have taken pictures of my body. He said I had big red bloches on my face, arms, legs, and little ones all over my chest. That's freakin' scarry dude!! I will never drink vodka in large amounts like that ever, ever again!! Never!! It really scared me when Sheldon told me all of this the next day. I had to work for 8am the next day too. Oh man. I was loaded drunk when I went in. I swear. I was really tipsy! and slurring ever so slightly. Make the best of it, they put me on the Express cash. Which was good, I kept me wits about me, and I don't think I would have been able to bag anything. By 10:30 I felt hungover, by 2pm I was fine and normal again. I worked until 4 that day. Oh man, I can't wait to have a friggen day off! My next day off is Christmas day. I'm working 8-1 on my birthday. I can't really complain about that. It's only the morning then I get to go home and have two days off, that's awesome. That's all my news for now. Take care everyone. XOX
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