Beer is good! Rumplemint is bad!

It is not often I have drunken stories to share.  Last night, by far, was the most drunk I have ever been in my life.  I did not even drink a lot, but the combo of booze and my prescriptions was a horrid mess.  It ended up with me a sobbing mess, asking for my (dead) mother, and apologizing like I just shot the president.

I guess I am glad to learn my new tolerance.  It did provide a few funny stories.  Thankfully Matt is a good friend, and dealt with me.  He even went and got James because I wanted him to come over.  When Matt dropped me off, my drunk ass would not get out of the car, when I finally did get out I managed to get to my stairs.  I then proceeded to fall asleep on the stairs.  Poor James, stuck outside, while I sleep on the stairs.  He even got me a blanket after I was complaining of being cold and needing one.  James also acted as my pillow.  Apparently he had his arms around me and his head on my chest and I fell asleep with my head on his.  He stayed like that for 20 minutes, in the cold, just so I could sleep.  What a good man!  When he finally had to move, I told him I needed another blanket and he asked if I wanted one and I said no, haha.  Then I told him to let me sleep on the stairs, and he could just go to bed.  I had every intention of sleeping there.

So yeah, it was pretty fucking funny.  I woke up at 5 a.m. feeling relatively well, James and I laughed about my drunken escapades, and then I ate some food because I was starving.  My rebound is still amazing, I was up and eating McDonald’s breakfast this morning.  About to eat again.

So, I learned what being really drunk is like, and I hate it.  I learned that my tolerance is not even close to how it use to be.  I learned that Matt is still my friend, even putting up with my obnoxious drunk ass.  And I learned that James must really love me to come over and take care of me when he had an exam the next day and should have been studying.