Last night was a disaster in every which way. i started out with a draft because i wanted to be out, but not incapacitated. that went out the window as soon as one of my friends, who is also (unfortunately for me) the bartender, gave me a pitcher...to myself. With my plan on staying sober shot to hell, i concentrated on getting as plastered as i could.
this process led to two beirut games, me almost having a freshman kicked out, shouting, a journey to another bar, and late night vip at brad's cafe---a local college bar.
flirtacious text messaging was exchanged with the alumni. *sigh* a call to the boyfriend was also made, either because i was drunk and missed him or to assauge the guilt. i can't figure out which, meaning that this situation is getting more complicated by the moment and should probably dropped immediately.
hopefully tonight i will try to keep the remaining pieces of my dignity and stay somewhat coherent, which in turn should keep the lid on bad decisions.
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