Party's, great fun.
Just gotten back from the party. Not such a good night for me but I've learnt some leason's, lost a few good hours or so and have come to the realization that hitting the bottle isn't just harmless fun.
The plan was perfect, a pimp and hoe party. Arriving well before the party was to start in my suit, a dark navy pinstripe suit with a white formal vest and shirt, big glasses and an even bigger smile on my face. People began to arrive before the sun had set and it soon became a interesting sight to see the girls try and out do each other in there slutty attire. The sluttiest outfit however was something one would wonder why it was even bought in the first place. The wearer, Ashley, had decided on a black dress with was more of a flesh fest than material. No matter how many times I walked out of the room my eye was instantly directed to her, having the same effect each time of a literal jaw drop.
As more people started to arrive, it seemed that it was time to get my drink on and sat down with Adam. Bacardi Superior being our weapon of choice. Adam and I started off evenly but he believed me to be the heavy drinker and boasted that I should have to shot one and a half each round. The increased burden scared me but I tensed my body up, reminded myself who I am and what I've done and poured the alcohol down my throat, the burning sensation following quickly after.
When a slammed the shot glass down and counted off shot number 13, I was yet to find any effects of alcohol. I stood up quickly, did a little spin and was fine. I began to socialize with people making small talk with everyone. Everything after this is a total blur. I remember sitting in a room with the lights out, vomiting. I have never vomited from alcohol before yet this seemed like a good time to start, my stomach agreed.
Whilst Jamie laid, in a pool of his own bodily fluids, he found himself thinking about someone he knew he shouldn't be. I don't really want to say that person's name, in my own little way it'd seem like I was admitting defeat. My reasons for drinking where to forget about this person and yet as my stomach emptied itself of what little food was there, I found myself thinking of them. How sad you are Jamie. Even though I hadn't eaten anything in days, which was my own little way of holding some power over myself as my mind wondered all to often, my stomach still found some food to expel upon my friends sisters floor.
As I slept, the party raged on. A wet t-shirt contest was held and this is only a testament to how drunk I was as my absence was noticed. The police arrive shortly after and broke up the party. There's something about a stereo that can set off car alarms, horny teenagers and alcohol that doesn't bode well with police.
I'm sure to write more about today but as I finish typing this, my head is beginning to droop and my eye lids grow heavy. So I end this story with a few notes
1) You cant forget about someone you love when you drink
2) Drinking makes things worse and only amplifies all emotions and dulls logic.
3) Raspberry Vodka is the devil.
4) Christian college girls arnt frigid but are rather total whores.