Last night I had an "Old Hollywood" themed dance (where I tried to emulate James Dean) for my fraternity as well as a PRISM dance to go to. The venue for the frat party didn't allow alcohol and like any normal red blooded American, I wanted to be drunk before I tried dancing in front of other people.
I like to run on schedules and if something happens to impede that, I get a little cranky. That being said, I wanted to get to the Old Hollywood dance early and be there for an hour and half and then get to the PRISM dance for the drag show at midnight.
My date was two and half hours late. She slept through her alarm and her phone calls apparently.
So, by the time she called to tell me she wasn't standing me up, I was already drunk. I snuck out of my house before my roommates and their dates could figure things out and drove over to her house to get her and then get to the parties. I was able to do everything I had planned, but not in the amount of time that I wanted to.
I drove drunk, which I am guilty of doing every once and awhile, and it's a bad thing.
I ended up getting so drunk last night that I could no longer see faces. My date left sometime during the PRISM dance with my car to pick up one of her friends and I never saw her again and if wasn't for Scott and Amy, I would have had no way to get home last night. Thank goodness for friends who don't ditch their friends.
So, basically there's no real point to this post other than I wanted to type something. I'm completely hung over right now and I have a ton of things to do today to prepare for this week of classes.
Growing up sucks.
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