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So I lied about the pictures. We only got one (of me) and I don't know if you can see my costume in it, it might just be my face. So I was a little too drunk to remember I wanted pictures. Yeah, a little.
I had a good time, though. We didn't get to go trick or treating because we were a bit too fashionably late. So she drove and I drank. She tried to trick me about it, but I knew she smoked. Then we all smoked. That's the last time I let her be designated driver. And she wanted that, me drunk and her driving, because it's always the other way around, but then she found out she was sad she didn't get to drink... oh, and that driving high is not a good idea. Come on now, I told her that. So I'm a bit ticked that she smoked, but it's okay, she just doesn't get the chance again.
So it was fun. I don't remember much, just that it was fun. Except when we went to Oakland and it was dead. Nobody was out! All in the bars or at parties because they're over 21 or in college... or otherwise invited to good parties. Jerks.
Anyway, I was conned into hanging out with Missy so I could smoke her pot (hey, it was in a blunt. I'm weak.) And I don't remember anything after that. Oh, I threw up and threw off my clothes and went to bed. It wasn't as much as I usually throw up, though (when I throw up.) It's just that once I'm drunk I can't tell how much is too much, but I want to keep drinking because I hate when the buzz wears off early. I suppose I should keep in mind that if I can't tell, I don't need any more for a while.