30 Something

This weekend I went to Chicago with a friend of mine. We had a good time, but I really wanted to go clubbing at the gold coast with her cousin, but I was too afraid to tell him that I wanted to go. Actually, I was afraid of what my friend would think. I know that sounds crazy. Basically we know each other from church, so I really didn't want to hear her preaching to me about my sins. I live with them everyday. So, I didn't go out, but I really wanted to so on Sunday I went to get me something to drink. I wanted to be drunk. I don't know why, I just needed to escape. So I bought vodka and mix to make strawberry dacquiries and contacted one of my frieds to hang out and drink. We went to the park. He drank Henny (hennessey)and pepsi. I mixed my drink. It was really cool. A police officer (not sure if he was a real officer of an ex-officer, he had the jacket that said police)came to take his dog for a walk. His dog-romeo-was so well trained. He even trained him to give him a high five. He said that he trained dogs all his life and he uses positive reinforcement instead of negative reinforcement. Romeo let me pet him the whole time he was there talking. He warned us to not let the park ranger see our bottles of alcohol. It was pretty straight. When I got home I could barely walk straight and I kept thinking that I only had one drink, but I then realized that I had one cup that I kept filling up, so I don't know how many drinks I had. So, I got into bed and the bed kept moving when I closed my eyes, so I had to watch tv so that I wouldn't throw up. It was already after midnight when I got home, so I just knew that I wasn't going to feel well to in the morning because of lack of sleep. So I got up at my usual time, 6:30, but I didn't get out of bed until 7:20. I was falling all over things trying to get my stuff together and I had the same seasick feeling. I was wondering if that was a hangover. I never had a hangover before. I've never drank enough to puke my guts out, but I really didn't feel like coming to work. I was going to stay home, but I had so many people on my calendar that I decided to go in. But I'm going to leave early to go home and relax. What I really need to do is go home and clean my nasty kitchen. My brother is so lazy. He cooks just about everyday and doesn't clean one dish. I'm going to have to have a talk to him. Oh, today is my sister's B-Day. Happy B-Day Nana

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