I originally had a whole lotta bull crap written but I was hung over, extremely so I figured in everyone's interest it would be best written when I don't feel like my stomach is going to come out of my mouth every five seconds. Er, yep. Sorry for the visuals.
So this weekend? I mean, shit show is seriously probably the best way to describe this weekend. Sorry mom. And the cops. Hey, don't yell at me! You are either reading this agreeing that this was in fact your weekend, or have once had a similar weekend while in school. I'd like to give a special thanks to my ex boyfriend and tequila for bringing me one hell of a freaking way to loose weight. Alright, I'm sorry. I really am. Too many visuals.
I drank my weight in wine, mixed drinks, and tequila this weekend. Thennnnnn soon following I lost it all in my fave place, the royal throne. It's fine I bet you're laughing at me. However, I'm just over here jamming to my remix of one tequila, two tequila, three tequila four.
It goes like this: One Tequila, Two Tequila, Projective Vom, Floor. Sadly.
My wobbling with the Big T was not something I want to relive for about another 200 days.
Remember my post from friday? Well, this is what happened that night.
Just wish the ex a happy bday via Facebook. And now the drinking begins.
— Rachel (@Sun_and_Sinatra) December 7, 2013
Yes. I posted that at about 7PM. That my friends is when the drinking shenans started. In fact, wine shots we're taken. Oh so classy, right? But you obviously understand my pain because thats what all of us bloggers do (and girls alike). My motto has been "Guys suck, let's drink" so obviously it was a very successful night in both hating the cavemen that have too much facial hair and gulping down a whole bottle of wine with a friend. No effs given.
And now here I am, mad at myself for promising I'd spend all day in the library yesterday except Mr and Mrs. Nature decide to throw a huge snowball at my face and not let me find the motivation to leave my dorm because of the worst hangover of my life.
Aaaand I wish this post was worth reading.
Better luck next time, Hungover sunshiney Rach.
Weekend shenans, out.
Rach, I feel hungover just reading this. How are you even functioning?
ReplyDeleteGood luck with studying today, love!
do you ever drink so much tequila that you get the tequila sweats when you're hungover and the scent starts seeping out through your pores and then you have to go throw up? yeah. that's why i don't drink tequila anymore. i feel so hard for you girl . especially when it comes to the ex. ugh. why do we do stupid things?!
ReplyDeleteI DON'T DO TEQUILA ANYMORE because I blacked out in a pool in Cancun and had to be taken back to my room in a WHEEL CHAIR.... like legit, at the bar, if a guy wants to buy me a drink (which rarely happens but just go with me here) I always say anything but Tequila.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome for that little story.
dy-ing. you\re such a classy brod ;)
DeleteThis made me laugh out loud! Hope you're feeling better!!
ReplyDeleteStopping by from the link-up!
Hahahah sorry you're not feeling well, but this made me laugh in the library. Never had a hangover, even though I'm pretty sure I've nearly died from drinking so much before. #immortal
ReplyDeleteHahah, I wish I could drink as much as you! I'm terrified of getting drunk, and especially scared of hangovers. But your motto is definitely on point, guys do suck.
ReplyDeleteOh girl, I hear ya. Being hungover is the worst, yet we still do it occasionally --
ReplyDeletehaha glad you had fun, until the terribleness occurred ! Hey! We've all been there!
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