[13] Drunken Nights
Last night was cuh-raaaaazy. Jaclyn and I went to Fat Daddy's and hung out with Sara and Nicky and a bunch of other cool people. Afterward, we couldn't find anyone to take us home so Jackie called Clay and he came to pick her up, and then me and the other Sara went to her house a little later with some guy named Wes.
I don't really remember anything after that, other than dancing with Bailey and everyone puking simultaneously. I think I called Damian? I have no idea. I'm a lightweight and I had like eleven shots. Christ. I'd never drank that much in my life.
This morning I woke up in Jackie's sister's bed with a huge stomachache. I had on two of Jackie's shirts and a pair of sweatpants. And I didn't have a bra on, either... which was weird. I hate not remembering. :[ I also had a shitload of bruises everywhere from God knows what. I think most of them were from stumbling around and falling in the bathtub. Anyway, Jackie's sister took us home and I slept it all off.
Now I'm feeling a lot better. I don't really know what to do. I guess I'll just...
have a hangover.
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