For whatever reason a couple of kids from class all thought it would be a good idea to go drinking afterwards. Since I didn't have to go to the class following I thought, Why not? The original plan was to have a beer or two at The Dog and Duck and go back to my last class. We started drinking at 3 in the afternoon. After approximately 5 pints of beer (at 6) we walked to Drungo about 10 blocks away. I stopped drinking. When we all started to sober up we walked to Dirty's a greasy burger joint. I did not eat. At that point it was 8:30 and I was hung over. At 9 I drove myself home. On the way I was pretty certain that I was going to vomit. Luckily all I had to do was role the window down and I would cool off and feel okay. Then I would get too cold. Then I would feel like I was going to puke. It went on like that for the whole 20 minutes. When I finally made it home I took a shower. Which made me feel a lot better but it didn't keep me from puking twice. And I slept like shit.
A whole night of wearing that dress made my arm look like this.
That is a bruise. It hurts. Foam dress of death. I have to admit it was pretty foxy though.
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