Not There

Trust me, I was there. I just wasn't as there as I wanted to be. I didn't want to be there either. There was going way too far. The Bacardi Sangria didn't do it. The shots of peach Smirnoff Vodka didn't do it either.  Not the Stella Artois, not the Jager, not the fact that I was supposed to shadow my friend and drink whatever she drank in addition to my own cup. Nope. It was the tequila that did it, which I completely regret I might add. There is nothing fun about drinking until you and the toilet become bffs. Feeding the pearly throne your lunch and not remembering if you even made it to the bowl is not my definition of a good time. From what I've been told I became a baby. I couldn’t walk and I couldn’t put a cup to my mouth to even rehydrate. I, fortunately, have good enough friends that won’t take advantage of me. Regardless, I didn't want to be there.