Disaster strikes a jersey girl... again

Apparently the Snookster is not the only one who can have an epic fail when alcohol is involved. Its sad how much we have in common.                                  WAAAAAAAAH!

Was supposed to go into NYC for a girls night... a friend of mine just had a baby and it was her birthday, she really wanted a night out. I helped plan it and it was supposed to be a blast- get all gussied up and drive to the city dance the night away stop for cake at a famous diner on the way home. Bam. Awesome.


                Well, the outline of the game plan was awesome....
                                        execution, not so much....
       I mean, doing a shot each in the kitchen before we left, not too bad of an idea. Doing three shots each in the kitchen, kinda a bad idea. Bringing two bottles of straight liquor in the car to share between 6 people, eh not the brightest idea. the thought behind it- that if we drink prior to the club we will spend less money when we get there, yeah that's ingenious.
      Apparently, everyone thought it was a good idea to designate a driver upon exiting the club based on who was most sober.            That is simply a HORRENDOUS idea.
      Well, a 1.75 liter bottle of vodka and a parrot bay rum bottle in the car with us... needless to say not smart. Drinking straight from the bottle, even dumber. I tried to say no thanks, ew, straight nasty vodka yuk not for me... and then was called a pussy and a pansy and a wimp. So I shot some. EWWWW Do the wiggle (everyone's gotta do a little shake after a nasty shot). I weighed 112lbs as I was getting ready for this ordeal. Yeah I'm the little one on the right. Bad idea to be chugging vodka from the bottle.

Long story short, I was the most wasted- BY FAR- and was smashed before we even reached the city. I yelled at everyone when we got there because I couldn't find my ticket to get in and thought they had stolen it. I was so plastered they wouldn't let me or any of the other girls apparently get into the club. I peed in the middle of a NYC street. I busted my ass at some point- ripped my knee down to the bone, hit my head really hard and scraped up my elbow leg and foot. Threw up in the car on the ride home- I mean honestly, if your gonna put the drunkest person in the trunk of the SUV to roll around wasted without a seat belt, your asking for trouble. And had to be dumped on my parents doorstep for my sister to take care of because no one actually tried to get in touch with my boyfriend, whom I live with, although they claim they did.

      Don't remember the walk of shame to my boyfriends car after my sister called him to take me home.     Or into my apartment....     or waking up and hocking a loogey in our bed for no reason..... classy
I do remember waking up to intense head and knee pain.    A lump the size of a Grade A XXL egg on my right frontal lobe of my little head.       A knee the size of a baseball oozing blood and puss (thank you streets of NYC) that wouldn't bend or bear weight.         oh and not being able to bend or lean on my arm because of the massively bruised elbow.

        At least my boyfriend and sister still loved me.       my 'friends', not so much.
you learn who your true friends are after nights like this. People who don't even want an apology until they're ready for it, or people who will take the apology, ask if your doing ok, and then be like btw im still pissed but we'll talk about it later.... or people who will take it to another extreme, bully you and try to walk all over you.

                 Merp. Jazzy Problems. WAAAAH