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I have 2 stories:
My 21st birthday fell on a Sunday so I went out partying with my friends on Saturday night. I had never drank so much before. The next morning my great-grandmother woke me up at 9am to wish me a happy birthday. The sunlight was pouring through my bedroom and I had only gotten about 5 hours of sleep at this point. Next, my aunt called me. I tried so hard to keep down the contents in my stomach but just couldn't. I spent my whole entire birthday with my head in the toilet. So miserable.
The next place takes place the summer after freshman year. I went out with my old high school friends to party in downtown Ft. Lauderdale. I was supposed to get up early the next morning to go to the Ft. Lauderdale Air & Sea show with my dad. The Ft. Lauderdale Air & Sea show is a HUGE event that takes place every year. Military planes fly over the beach and everyone lies out on the sand and tans while watching the planes. Anyway, my dad told me not to stay out too late because I had to be up early. I didn't listen. I got really drunk and didn't come home until 3am. My dad wakes me up at 8am. I think I was still drunk. There was no way I could get out of going; my dad would be really upset. So, I'm out in the HOT sun trying to nurse my hangover. It was awful. I kept getting up every five minutes to go puke in the ocean. Not fun.
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