Just another sign of me sinking into the mire 
Last night was one of the craziest nights I've had in a while. Zach and I had made plans to go to BackBooth, which is a bar/club kind of place in Downtown, and we ended up bringing 4 people. While this doesn't sound like much, it was, since at first it was just supposed to be the two of us! In any case, when we got there the dance floor was pretty empty, but easy to get into since it was Electronica/Indie night. Lauren attempted to get me buzzed off her drink in the bathroom, until the second time when they wouldn't let her bring it in. Later that night, Adam ended up buying Zach a drink, but the staff = hawks, and he got kicked out. It was a shame, since we had only been there for what felt like an hour.
We all piled back into the car and drove to my apartment (for cars) and then over to Lauren and Adam's house for merry frolicking. And here is where my life spiraled out of control. Because I don't drink, I have no tolerance, so three double shots of Bacardi and some sips of a Rum and Coke fucking killed me. I have never felt so sick, it was horrible.
That being said, I'm going to cut this short, because I feel awful. I just really appreciate the people in my life who took care of me last night, because it feels like it has been a long time since I've had anyone to depend on.
Last night was one of the craziest nights I've had in a while. Zach and I had made plans to go to BackBooth, which is a bar/club kind of place in Downtown, and we ended up bringing 4 people. While this doesn't sound like much, it was, since at first it was just supposed to be the two of us! In any case, when we got there the dance floor was pretty empty, but easy to get into since it was Electronica/Indie night. Lauren attempted to get me buzzed off her drink in the bathroom, until the second time when they wouldn't let her bring it in. Later that night, Adam ended up buying Zach a drink, but the staff = hawks, and he got kicked out. It was a shame, since we had only been there for what felt like an hour.
We all piled back into the car and drove to my apartment (for cars) and then over to Lauren and Adam's house for merry frolicking. And here is where my life spiraled out of control. Because I don't drink, I have no tolerance, so three double shots of Bacardi and some sips of a Rum and Coke fucking killed me. I have never felt so sick, it was horrible.
That being said, I'm going to cut this short, because I feel awful. I just really appreciate the people in my life who took care of me last night, because it feels like it has been a long time since I've had anyone to depend on.