It was New Years Eve and my best friends from high school were all reunited in our little hometown to celebrate at my friends empty house that her family would be moving into in a few days. They said we could have a huge hoorah while it was empty as long as we cleaned up afterward. We really underestimated how much cleaning we would be doing the next day, and humiliating enough, it would be at my expense. After winning 8 consecutive games of Beer Pong, I was owning the table with my ex-boyfriend, BOY A, who I was working on being friends with. Barely even felt buzzed because all of the Beer was taking a while to settle in and the later the night got, the more crowded the party got.
Just before midnight, my best guy friend, BOY B, shows up because he had something really important to tell me at midnight that just couldn't wait. As this is about to happen, we all thought it'd be a great idea to take as many shots before the clock struck 12. Shot Shot Shot... 3...2...1... Happy New Year!
Next morning:
I slowly open my eyes and have no idea where I am. I turn over and find myself next to BOY A, surprised, I turn over and see BOY B. My first reaction is to slowly leave and face my walk of shame. I crawl out of bed and realize that I am wearing clothes I don't recognize. WTF Happened?!?!
BOY A and BOY B wake up to tell me that as soon as I yelled Happy New Year, I stumbled around for a bit before proceeding to the bathroom and saying Goodbye to my 8 games of beer pong. As I was in the bathroom, BOY B stumbled in to see if I was ok and managed to lean back against what he thought was a wall and completely shattered a window. Soon after one of my other friends managed to stumble in and claim the sink for his own. They decided to take me over to my girl friend's house where I was supposed to spend the night, when on my way to the car I fell flat on my face. This explained my bloody forehead and bruised knees... It was obvious that I was looking like a dime piece at this point. Then after finally carrying me into the car, I said goodbye to my 3 shots before midnight all over my friend's leather interior. Apparently I was in no condition to stay over at her house and BOY A and BOY B fought over who got to take me home, they both compromised and agreed to take care of me. Even better, was that they had to change me because of the mess I made and the entire time they were changing me I started crying over a boy... Even better it was not BOY A or BOY B... and even better, in all of my pride and glory, I was crying over my Jr. High Crush who I hadn't seen in years. EPIC FAIL.
As if hearing about what I did the night before didn't make me feel bad enough, checking my phone and reading all of the awkward texts from my friends asking, "Are you ok?", "Are you alive?", "You should probably check your trunk . There's a dirty bag of clothes waiting for you." and the worst being, "You're going to have to get my car detailed, it's all over the seats AND the ceiling. How did that happen?"
The only thing worst than not remembering the night before, is finding out what actually happened the night before. I really hoped that this New Years isn't a preview of what my year is going to look like.
Yours truly,
Loosey Goosey
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