Let us count the drinks...

Hmmm, before we count the drinks let me tell you that the McDonald's by my house hates me. Yup, I am so not exaggerating. Every time I go there something is wrong, either my order, or my change or something. So before me and my friend were on our way we stopped to get some food (no drinking on an empty tummy!) so I get three chicken strips, I hate nuggets cause they are like fake chicken (yuck!). What the hell happens? We pull away, rushing since we're running late, and I open my box to find what? Like a freaking million chicken nuggets! I am so not lying here! WTF! Why me? We obviously aren't turning back since we're already running late, but remember this for when I tell you I hurt someone at this place, cause this is going to simmer till I blow. lol.

Okay so we get there and I start off with a 7&7, then another, and another, then my brother gets there and I tell him "What the hell I've had three drinks, that AREN'T cheap and I don't even feel buzzed! Buy me a shot" So he did, he bought me, him, my sister and my friend one, kamikazes. My friend didn't drink her's so I drank both of ours. Later she was drinking a beer, which I hate beer but I was feeling good now, and I said "let me taste that!" yeah, I drank about half of it in one sip. So I then drank two beers, Oh and I took a few sips of Jose's drink. He was drinking straight vodka.

So is anyone surprised that I ended the night puking outside? All over my brothers Prada shoes? lol. He wasn't happy about that. Then him and my sister put my in my friends car cause I was passed out. But she couldn't drive home yet since she was still a little ummm 'impaired'.

So there you have the drinks the rest of the night was full of men stripping off their clothes (no it was not a strip club, lol) dancing, and all that other fun stuff. Oh and a hugely fat girl that was wearing a see through peasant skirt and dancing on a pole in the middle of the dance floor. Yeah, good times.

But my friends boyfriend did win. They won an all inclusive vacation to the Bahama's. Yeah baby! Oh and supposedly I was so drunk at this one time that when C (that'll be the boyfriends name) was on stage (wearing a thong with FedEx painted on his ass) this big girl grabbed his ass and I yelled to J (my friend) "she touched his ass! Hey! That's her boyfriend I'm gonna kick your ass, you don't touch her man!". J said the girl looked back all scared and J told her to turn around and she'd handle me, then she said she had to tell me that it was okay that she told that girl to do it so I would calm down. Now I remember saying that girl grabbed his ass but I don't remember threatening her, but guess I did. lol. Opps.

Then Josh called J's cell phone since mine wasn't working to check on how I was since he was in Atlantic City at a Bachlor Party. Well he was a little drunk too so when J told him I was puking and passed out he yelled at her, called my sister and yelled at her. OMG it was a mess. I did make it home though, and made it to work on time, 9:15am! I still felt drunk the next day. Ugggg.

Good times though, good times...


~ Nicole