Trashed

Friday night ... I was TRASHED. Jesse said he saved drunk messages I left for him. I don't remember leaving him any. I went out for wings with my family for dinner and they dropped me at the bar. A few of my buddies and me had a couple beers and then the shots started ...

Apparently they all decided that I needed the shots and to get trashed. So they'd each buy me a shot and one for them. They each got away with 1 or 2 and I had 6 or 8. Cap'tmeister, jagerbombs, cherrybombs, 151, oh, I just remembered I had a crown on the rocks, and who knows what else.

I can't even describe on here what I was doing at the bar. But it was mostly yelling about things that were not acceptable I'm sure. But it all started with some girl there that I was trying to convince that all chicks like chicks.

So I get all wasted and it's time to go home and for some reason, even though my dad was supposed to come pick me up, I decided to walk home. I end up walking a few blocks (in the opposite direction of home) to a gas station to get one of those IBC apple pies and a water. Then proceed to stumble home.

I had to stop along the way and relieve myself in someone's yard.

Eventually I get to a corn field that I have to traverse to get home and stumble through it. I vaguely remember calling someone and leaving a message about stumbling through a field. On the other side there was some kinda street sign that I tried to rip out of the ground, but couldn't.

Then I walked the extra couple blocks home. I think it's about a 3 mile walk all together. My dad says I'm a dumb ass for walking home and tells me to get a shower to sober up. I end up sitting on the porch until I'm about to pass out and go to bed.