I got WAY too Wasted

Happy New Years all!  I hope you had fun last night, or spent it with someone important to you.

As for me, I had a blast.  I had so much fun, I have no idea what all happened.  I remember it hitting midnight, drinking my champagne, feeling a bunch of boobies as I kissed cheeks...  Here's the whole night:

It started off at around 9pm.  We left my house to drive about an hour to "The City," stoned, getting more stoned.  First stop was to pick up my sister.  Next stop, food.  I guess we didn't think about nothing being open, because NOTHING was open except bars.  So the first club we went to had a cover.  We were all like, A cover???  So, we paid, got in.  It wasn't as packed as I thought it was going to be, which was nice because I was having some anxiety about the sheer number of people crowding me.  The whole night my drink cost the same price only twice.  I don't think bartenders where very prepared or something.  The price ranged from a buck twenty-five to three dollars.  The club we were at passed out hats, horns, leis(I got a rainbow one because I look like a lesbian), champagne and they even had a buffet going.  I didn't eat anything.  I probably should have.

Before midnight, we were hanging around the bar.  Lots of men came over to play with my boobs.  I don't get why gay men are so fascinated with my boobs.  So there I was, minding my own business, when some guy walks up to me, wishes me a Happy New Year and totally just starts sucking on my face.  I was trying to back up, but it was way more crowded upstairs and it was getting close to midnight.  Hell, maybe it was after midnight.  Anyway, so I am trying to keep my lips pressed tightly together, but he is totally sucking them into his mouth!  Finally he stops, and I run to the bathroom to wash the saliva off my face.  Too bad he was such a little whore.  He smelled really good, and he was bi, so that could have been fun.

So I am at my spot at the bar, and this really tall guy comes up to me, grabbing my boobs.  My boobs LOVE gay bars.  We talk about the sexy men at the bar, especially any ones we have played with ourselves.  Then he is all, kiss me.  I'm like dude, you are gay.  He is like, kiss me.  I am like, I am scared my breath stinks.  I tell him I have to pee, he is like, I am coming.  He totally wanted to come in the bathroom with me.  He walked me to the toliet, and I never saw him again after I shut the door in his face.

I went up and down the stairs a few times by this point and I stood at the bar, waiting for another drink, as another guy just starts up a conversation with me.  He told me he was bi, but if he found the right woman, he would stick with her or whatever.  So I am pretty plastered by now, I have no idea what he looked like.  I probably wouldn't recognize him if I saw him right now.  He is going on and on, something about trying him out or something.  I wish him good luck with everything when my drink comes, and walk away.  I should have stayed there.

Sometime here my sister(the one who brought me) leaves.  My friends tell me I can stay at their house and that they will give me a ride home tomorrow.  I remember my sister flipping out on some lady who touched her food.  She ripped off her head and kicked it down the hall.  My sister can be very venomous, very evil, very bitchy.  I guess after that lady touched her food, she had had it with all the people.  I do not remember this.  I do not remember her leaving.  I don't even remember if I knew it then.

So somewhere around 4 am or so, I got super drunk.  I am going to tell you exactly what I remember.  I was in the bathroom, waiting in line.  Infront of me was this mexican lady.  I was chatting with this lady, and suddenly she is way taller than me, asking me over and over if I am ok.  Then she told me to use the stall, and I was like, but you are next in line.  She was like, I insist.  I watched a male employee pick up the glass off the floor as I walked into the stall.  Next thing I remember is sitting at a table, and my elbow wouldn't stay on the table, it kept slipping off, and my sister stands up quickly and starts yelling for a towel or something.  I look at the table, and I have bled all over it.  Some employee runs a bandaid over to me.  I put it in my pocket.  It made sense to me then.

Now this is what I figured out after talking to people today.

I was standing against the wall in the bathroom talking to some lady.  I fell down, face first, onto the bathroom floor.  I bounced my chin off the floor as well as blowing up my knee, cut my forearms up, gave myself a HUGE bruise/scrape right next to my armpit.  I have no idea how that happened.  Somehow I got off the floor.  I don't know if I was helped, if I dropped the glass before or after I fell, if I hurt anyone else...  It seemed to me the second I dropped the glass the guy was in there cleaning it up, so I am not sure if I layed on the ground for a bit, or if I was flailing around, or even if I passed out down there.  None of my friends were in there.  I am so scared of what I did, or what I said.  Was I confused when I was laying on the bathroom floor?  It all kind of makes me sick.  I pee'd, and I have no idea if I washed my hands!  There I was crawling on the bathroom floor!  I hope to God I washed my hands.  I sat at the table, drank some water, that's when my sister noticed the blood.  My elbow had split open in the fall.  It's a pretty small cut for all the blood on the table.  I bet you they thought about aids as they cleaned it up.  

Today I am sore.  My knee is swollen, water hurts the cut by my armpit, and I keep accidently touching my chin.  I could cry.  Of course I have sworn off drinking, but I will go back.  Blackouts are a part of my life.  I am not going to lie, I will most likely drink again.  It is part of my insanity.  But I will not feel good about myself for awhile.  I am so embarrassed.  I have NO CLUE what really happened in the bathroom.

What did we learn?  Alcohol is made by the devil.  If you can not moderate your drinking, do not do it.  Stay away.  Especially around people you like.  Because you will just end up being a total dumbass, making a fool of yourself, and feeling like shit because of those reasons.

7:57 PM - Jan. 1, 2006 - post comment

Hi

Somebody coming over to kiss you unexpectedly, reminds me of an experience. I was so embarassed but everyone else thinks it's fun. Yea, alcohol - careful about it :)
Happy New Year.

euian - 9:01 PM - Jan. 1, 2006

geez

why don't i get anyone shoving boobs in my face . . . where's the love

Anonymous - 9:26 PM - Jan. 1, 2006

Why is your sister such a bitch?

Just wondering...

I have heard from some gay men that they enjoy dancing seductively with women on the dance floor to "show off" to their male counterparts. Lots of contact, gesturing, etc. This guy holding your boobs must have been begging for some "male companionship," or otherwise he won't have been so lewd...and he must have known that walking into the women's bathroom with you would attract a lot of attention too.

Steve - 8:29 AM - Jan. 4, 2006