i'll never drink again!!!!

im proud of me.

last night was ladies night, free entry, five free drinks, plus three of farrahs, mostly shots because i think im that cool, screamed my lungs out with cheeze music blasting onto a very, very full dancefloor. the off to jam/ray's place at 2 30 to watch the match (go Espania!!) as well as have the ridiculous drinks jams makes (half a glass of vodka, half a glass of redbull, who does that!!) and most of farrahs extra large vodka shot, stumbled out at 5 and onto the beach for breakfast, regained most sense and got back home at 7 am.

and then, fuck me, up at 9 for a fucking doctors appointment.

i woke up feeling drunk and hungover at the same time and barely managed to keep standing while brushing my teeth. and as usual every damn thing was either too loud or too bright.

and nausea. and headache.

ugh.

i think "im never going to drink again" isnt a resolution, but rather an emotion of pure need to never have to return to the meanass after effects of a very, very good night.

but the point is, at the end, the very, very good night.

(:

absinthe and jager this weekend.

told you i was a sooper trooper.