Why I'm a Two Drink Girl from Now On

Free drinks are the path to hell. In fact, the road to hell is paved with free drinks.

But only from 8-10pm. Then the free drinks stop, and you are left with throwing up in the sink, because all the stalls are taken. When you stumble out of the bathroom, two big men are they're saying they need to talk to you outside. Security Guards. You are being kicked out, and you've lost your camera. Lover Boy is telling you need to go home, and you go towards the car.

Waking up the next morning, a LOT was missing from that night. Lover Boy fills you in on the parts you don't remember...but it's the fact that you don't remember it that scares you.

I've always been very controlling. I've never done drugs because of the lack of control. In fact, you've always been a goody-two-shoes. When I think of last Sunday night I get sick to my stomach knowing I could have done anything. I had lost control. Although, if you ask anyone there I became more controlling.

"Hold my camera."

"Why, are you going to the bathroom?"

"No, I just don't want to hold it anymore. You hold it."

"I don't think I can find room in my purse, girl!"

"Find a place for it, I don't want to hold it anymore! You just take it! I'm gonna go dance!"

This after I grabbed her 1st degree burned face to say hello. I can't believe how much everyone blurred in the room. If I didn't grab her face to look at her I couldn't tell it was her. Later she told me that it hurt so bad she cried. I don't remember. The fact that I don't remember kills me. I owe her a Chai Latte and I don't even remember doing it.

I had asked for water, and Lover Boy said that it was expensive, but I was insistent. I needed water, and he was going to get it for me. I was demanding and rude.