Not 19 anymore

Well I'm 25 now and boooooooooooooy do I feel it this morning, or maybe that's the hang over talking. Last night Alan, Keith and I went for sushi for my birthday since we didn't get to go to Minneapolis and somewhere between my glass of wine at dinner and going back to their place to watch Super Troopers they convinced me that I should drink with them, regardless of the fact that I had to be a work for 7:30 this morning. Needless to say I look pretty darn hot right now since I slept on their couch, walked home this morning and only had enough time to brush my teeth before I got a ride with Marcia to work. I think the thing that left my body crying in pain though wasn't so much the extreme amount of alcohol I ingested or lack of sleep on an uncomfortable couch but the less then graceful fall I took leaving their apartment. Stupid icy sidewalks. I completely wiped out and god does my butt and arms hurt right now.

Also let me just say that alcohol makes me think really stupid ideas aren't so bad. The guys were drunk before me and decided that watching Super Troopers in our underwear would be the funnest thing in the world. I disagreed. They said fine, you can just wear your underwear & a t-shirt. I disagreed. They then convinced me to take 4 (I think...lost track) shots in a row, threw water all down my shirt and pants, and then asked again. I agreed.

So here we are watching a movie in our underwear...why I don't know...it made sense at the time...and I get up to go to the bathroom. When I come back it takes me a few seconds to register that they are fully clothed! Of course they threw everything on so fast that they were wearing each others shirts...which is funny because Keith is waaaaaay smaller then Alan and just swam in his shirt. I couldn't be mad though because it was hilarious. They had been sitting there so calmly that I didn't even notice at first. Of course because I was completely drunk I didn't think that meant I had to change back. why bother? especially since my stuff was still wet.

Saturday I was nice and drunk too but at least I didn't sit around in my underwear with my two male best friends. I did have them try and pimp me out to a guy they knew at the concert we went to though. Alan "This is my friend Carmen, do you want to sleep with her?" Guy [a little taken aback] Keith "It'll only cost you a beer" Me [half glare/ half laughing] Guy [probably embarrassed as he left shortly after that].

Times like this I wonder if I drink too much now...oh well I had lots of fun this weekend even if I am paying for it right now. We are going out for Carlos and Murphy's tonight but I'm hoping I can't sneak a nap in before.