[juniorgrrl]

My soph year, I went to a pajama party being hosted by the LSU Clarinets. The game was after a tragic loss to Auburn. In between the game, my boyfriend's parents took us out to dinner. So, I went to the party thinking I had eaten, and would be okay.

At the party, I start doing jello shots. I had maybe 3. And I drank this wonderful drink they called "red" Turns out "red" was kool aid and everclear, but I didn't know that. Thought it was vodka. So I had a few cups of red and then the cops came. Well, we all bolted and the party got moved. We drove around (my boyfriend hadn't been drinking, thankfully) and found the rest of the people who were drunk off their asses and wearing pajamas. So we joined the party, part 2.

So, I'm feeling sorta buzzed, but not drunk. So I decided I need to drink MORE. The red hadn't made it there yet, so I hit the keg pretty heavily. And found more jello shots. And then the red showed up and I had more. By the time we left, I was pretty trashed.

So we get back to the dorm (I had a private room and bathroom) and I run in to go puke. When I come out, Josh is sobbing, because I'm sick. So I start crying. We cry for awhile untill it was checkout time and he had to be out of my room. So we spent the rest of the night in the lobby where I hovered in and out of consciousness.

The next day I was so incredibly sick, the only thing that brought me back from the dead was Rasing Canes' chicken fingers. I'll NEVER drink like that ever ever ever again.