Girls Night Out

Saturday was the official start of the cold season Girls Night Out. I'm not sure why we don't do it more when it's warm out, but we don't. The night started off very nice. My cousins showed up at the house and I finished getting ready while we all chatted. When I was done we went next door to a cookout...in the rain. Amie was so funny! "You guys have cookouts 365." HAHA! We got there at 6:30 and the food was all put away so we couldn't stay long since we were starving. We were a bit overdressed for a cookout in the rain anyhow. So we went out to eat at a Tex Mex place up the road. The food was good, but looking back on it I might not have eaten so much rice if I knew what the night would bring. We headed out to the city and met up with Melissa and Jen at a great shady bar. I figured no one would want to stay there, but we ended up staying there almost all night. The band was horrible and the drinks were strong so we decided to stay. My friend Ariann showed up then Buddy showed up, so we were surrounded by friends and having a great time! My next step was to finish the drink I was having and make everyone move to a bar down the road. Why? I don't know. All I know is that when I drink a lot I like to be surrounded by loud drunk people who are, hopefully, more drunk than I am.

So the night was coming to a close and we all got into the car. I got into the back seat, thankfully, by a window. The next thing I remember is getting sick in my hair dressers driveway...okay, you've all drank to the point of puking at least once, so shut up! It was pouring rain out and I had the window opened and my head practically hanging out of it the rest of the way home. The cold rain was keeping me from getting sick again. So my friend driving decides to put the window up. Without hesitation I rolled it down and puked out the window going 50mph. Suddenly I feel something wet on my lap. Someone had given me a drink of water which was now spilling all over my lap. I was a mess!

All day Sunday I slept and sipped gatorade. I finally ate something at 6pm. I was a mess! I think I was still hungover Monday...actually I know I was. I'm sure there are more stories, but I don't remember.