Got back from Atlantic City on Sunday. We pre-gamed too much every night, closed down strip clubs, crashed a pool party, and played poker every night. We literally got 6 hours of sleep between Friday and Sunday. Sunday morning was hell and checkout was 11am. The last time I had a hangover like that was 12 years ago in college; cold sweats, nausea, headache, I was still drunk when I woke up, and depressed from all the blow I did. Thought some beer battered eggs would help out... it didn't.
It's approximately 3 hours from AC to where I like in NY. This was the hardest drive ever. I had my friend with me, but all he did was sleep. I stayed in the right lane and did 65 mph the whole way home. I was falling asleep so I had to pull over in a rest area. I asked my friend to drive, but he said he's not good at driving a manual. Bullshit.
When we finally hit the Tappan Zee brindge I was so relieved. It was weird because I couldn't wait to end this weekend in which I had so much fun. The memories will keep us running for a while. A time well spent, but I went a little too crazy, especially the way blow makes me feel the next day. There's no way I can party like this for a while.
I'll end with a song quote that sums up the way I felt:
Maybe tomorrow I won't smoke no cigarettes,
maybe tomorrow I won't look back on tonight with vomit soaked regrets.
Maybe tomorrow I won't drown myself in spite.
Maybe tomorrow I could try,
and tomorrow will be better than tonight.