In light of my boozing it up tonight I give you a story:
When I was 22 I was a drinker. Actually, until I was 24 I was a drinker. By that I mean drinking at least twice a week. Anyway, when I was 22 I was rented a house with my cousin. It was really small and my bedroom was in the basement. If I shut my door I could see nothing- pitch black. I also had a collection a kids meal toys like you wouldn't believe. I had a ledge that went all around my room where I had the toys ( which back then I called my treasures) displayed.
One Friday night we ( my friend Derek and I - who was my boyfriend at the time) bought a bottle of Captain Morgan and partied at home with my 2 cousins. I was SUPER drunk by 11pm and went to my room and passed out while everyone else kept drinkin' it up. About 30 minutes later I had a bad dream-Derek had locked me out of my house and told me he didn't like me anymore. I woke up upset and still VERY drunk VERY pissed and I had to piss. I was so drunk I couldn't find my way out of my room and knocked over every single thing that I could....Kids meal toys from the last 6 years were everywhere...Then I pulled my pants down and pissed on the floor.
Hey I had to go and couldn't find the door.
Finally, as I pulled my pants up and found the bed again, Derek and my cousin came in. They thought the house was caving in. They looked at my room trashed and asked what happened. I told them I had a bad dream and couldn't find my way out of my room. I also said I spilled a glass of water on the floor.
I never admitted that until now.
I glad we don't live there anymore.
My theme for the night
I'll be at Stu's tonight. It's in the strip mall behind BK on 90th( same parking lot as Dollar Tree)