thenewpope

My First Blackout

So, on Friday night I had my first blackout. I went out with this girl from my work. She is a supreme alcoholic. She took me to this scary bar and I drank about a million white Russians. I really don't even want to talk about it because it was THAT bad. Plus, I had to work this stupid barbeque the next day. I was puking my guts up alll morning long. And then I had to go smell nasty hamburgers all afternoon. It was really unpleasant. My back and stomach muscles are so sore from all the wretching. I will never ever do that again. I swear it. I hate booze and I do not understand why I keep doing this to myself. It is not even fun anymore. I literally do not remember anything that happened after Bruce picked me up. I apparently spent a few hours crying by the toilet. I do remember trying to get into the wrong house, though. How sad. I am so retarded.