Birthday re-do

So, sorry if that last post was a little depressing. I tend to be like that.

My room mates took me out last saturday. It was about 9:30 and I was already in sweats, prepared to watch TV until I fell asleep. I was in the kitchen getting some chips and salsa and Caitlin just sort of popped out and invited me to go out with them. I had to make sure I had good clothes to wear before I said yes. Also I was afraid I wouldn't have time to shower and I wasn't about to go out sticky from sweating and smelling of espresso.
But I did have clothes! And I did have time to shower! So I went out!

We went to Wildcat, lovingly nicknamed the Shitty Kitty...I thought it was pretty nice though...They had girls dancing in their panties up on platforms. And there was a DJ and real dance floor! You can't get those in Napa...

I was very nervous when we first got there. I'm sure if you held onto my arm or something you could feel me shaking. Jason immediately ordered 3 Burl Shots for us. I have no idea what a Burl shot is or what's in it...It's a mixture of things. I had to hold my hand under my chin so I didn't dribble on myself. We only hung out at that bar for that first drink, then moved to the back where there's an outdoor area with more tables and another bar...and cocktail waitresses with rockabilly styles!

It's really easy to drink too much when other people keep ordering you rounds! I was drinking screwdrivers. We also had another round of burl shots that I can remember.

I honestly can't tell you much about how the night went. But there was lots of booze, lots of people and very loud music. Me and Caitlin even went dancing for a minute to say hi to a friend of hers. It turns out I worked with her friend at Starbucks in Goleta. That's actually the last real conversation I remember having.

I woke up at 9 the next morning, still drunk. I was completely stripped down on bottom but still had my bra and both shirts on. My sheet wasn't on the bed and my bed was wet. Honestly I was still to careless to think about it. My purse was in the bathroom with a bottle of water in it. I got a glass of Emergen-C, talked to Caitlin and Jason for a little bit and went back to bed.

Jason told me how much I was stumbling around. We have a really long driveway and I had to hold on to the cars. And Jason was holding my arm and I was like "let go of my arm!" and almost face planted into a pole.

So, yeah, I went back to sleep, in my wet naked bed. I layed the flat sheet down. I didn't even care at that point to see what happened to the other sheet and why it was off the bed. I woke up again around 1:30 when Bryan called me. He wasn't very happy at the situation. Of course. But I was feeling shittier and shittier by the second and I really didn't care what he thought because that's how I wanted my birthday to go! When I got off the phone I realized it was time to get ready for work. Then I noticed the dried puke in my hair. FUCK! It was so gross! I had to wash my hair twice!

After I got out of the shower I called my boss and told her I couldn't come in. I was feeling hella weak and shakey. I'm lucky my boss is so cool and personable. I literally told her "I went out with my room mates and woke up with puke in my hair. I can't work today" So she got the other girls working to stay longer. Thank god for that!

I gradually noticed more and more details about the room. Like the puke stains on the carpet. And my pants on the floor were also wet. Then I noticed puke on the wall. Oh! And the blanket I was sleeping with had puke on it. The very last straw was when I finally had the courage to see what happened to my sheet.

Yup. I puked all over my bed, ripped the sheet off and went back to sleep. Do you have any idea what a horrible feeling that is?? To realize you did such a thing??

I also had mystery bruises. Pretty bad ones, too. Even now, a week later, they're still visible. There's one on top of my hand around the two middle knuckles. There's also a mark on my face. From what? I don't know! I'm glad I don't remember hurting myself and puking! Throwing up sucks!

So I spent the day lying on the couch in pain. I had to drink water but I didn't have the energy too. I hardly had the energy to clean my bedding. Finally at around 7 I cleaned the spots out of my carpet but I still felt sick. It wasn't until about 9 that I felt normal again. It was a bad day.

But I don't regret it! And Bryan is the only fucking person that hasn't supported me on it. And, really, the only reason he got so upset is because he knew how much I wanted my birthday to be like that and he couldn't give me that experience. That's why he gets upset. He's upset at himself, not me. He just likes to project. I know how to handle it by now.

Okay, so one more funny thing. There's a regular at work that works for the Pedi-Cab (guys on bikes towing a cart for people), and the other day he was like "I saw you at Wildcat last saturday!"
And I was like "oh no! what time was it when you saw me?"
He answered "It was around the time you were saying 'I can't feel my face!!'"

This guy sees me at work every day and now I'm embarrassed every time I see him. But only because it's so fucking funny!
I can't feel my face!!
Oh god, just like mom! :|