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My 21st was on a Monday, so some of my sisters took me to a Mexican restaurant at 5pm for margarita's and fun. Sounded like a good idea except we have CHAPTER at 7:30pm. And I am a LIGHTWEIGHT. So, after 2 margarita's, we head to chapter at the house(no, it was not ritual, THANK GOD!). I am actually okay during the meeting, though I did have to pee every 2 seconds. We get through the meeting and head to HAMS for some more fun. There, I consume 10 shots, the last being a "red, silk panties" shot that one of my so called best guy friends bought me. To this day, I have no idea what was in it, but YUCK YUCK YUCK!!
Now it is around 12, and we head to another bar, where I STUMBLE to the bartender and say I want my free birthday beer. He asks for my ID, which I have left back at the table. I stumble back, get my ID, hand it to him and he tells me its not my b-day anymore because its after 12. I start to cry. They take me home.
Back at my apartment, I proceed to call my ex boyfriend and tell him all the bad things he did to me(and we are still friends at this point--this is not a good thing). When the machine runs out, I call back. BAD BAD BAD. My roomates finally pry the phone away from me and put me in bed, with the trash can next to me. I wake up at some point and think I am going to throw up, so I crawl, comforter with me, to the bathroom. The puking urge passed, so I just pass out there. My roomates boyfriend gets up at some point and see's me there and being a nice guy, decides to put me back in bed. Except as he picks me up, I wake up, realize all I have on is underwear and start screaming to Natalie, my roomate, that her boyfriend is trying to hook up with me. She comes out and Keith is just laughing his ass off at me. I take my covers and storm back to bed.
Next morning--PURE HELL. I stopped throwing up around 4pm. AND we had a crush party that night, that I had to go to, when the last thing I ever wanted to do was see beer again.
It was a great night though, so ENJOY!! You can never have it back!!
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