My fucked up weekend
So...I went to Big Rapids this weekend to hang out with a buddy. I hitched out friday and got a ride all the way there from a cop. Well he was a CMU cop but it was still terrifying. I'm glad I didn't bring my stash. Anyway I actually beat my friend to her house and when she got there she was like "I thought you were coming last weekend." Ha ha ha, that's what you get for being friends with stoners. So anyway we proceeded to get wasted on cheap vodka and coke. And then we went to a really seedy bar cause it was her friend's birthday or something. But fuck, I didn't have to pay cover and I got to talk to random people drunk off my ass. When we got back I puked like 3 times. Nice. The only upside is I actually made it to the bathroom and didn't puke in my hair at all. I don't remember most of the rest of the night. I kept passing out and waking up and passing out again.

So then on saturday we were up at like 7:30 cause my friend had a rugby game in Kalamazoo. Katie, I would've called you if I had your number on me. I was with Prancer by the way. So anyway we get there and they needed someone to help ref the game. So I ended up doing it. Nevermind the fact that I've never even seen a rugby game before and was hungover. So anyway we got back and passed out for awhile and then watched the Tigers game cause Prancer's roomate's obsessed. By the time the game was over there were a bunch of people over but I was bored as fuck so I figured I'd just drink and smoke till I either didn't care or I passed out. Well, passing out wasn't hard to do being that I was going on about 4 hours of sleep. I don't know if I was more fucked up from weed, alcohol, or lack of sleep. But anyway it was only like 1 but Prancer was like, "You should go upstairs and pass out" So I did, until I got kicked out of bed. Yeah, that's right kicked out of bed. It's a long story. So I go downstairs and Prancer was like, well just go to sleep in my bed for awhile till I need to sleep. So I did, and it was like 8:30 when I got kicked out of her bed. I tried to sleep in the living room but it wasn't happening. So after awhile I got bored and took off.

Getting home was a total bitch. It was raining and I was freezing cold and probably looked like hell, and I did a smell check and I definitely reeked of cheap booze and weed. So it took me like an hour to get a ride but when I did it was a guy headed for Mt Pleasant, in a Cadillac no less.

Ummmm so that's my weekend in a nutshell. Jesus Christ I wrote a fuckin novel. Sorry.

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