Yesterday was "the party." This involved so much beautifulosity, you can't even imagine. Kate Bopp in a cape and "pimp hat," my crying on the floor with Zack, my meeting Don every-once-in-a-blue-moon for quick-long kisses in the dark before seperating again to mingle, etc., my loving on Leah's face and kissing Moses, a dog and Charlie Bopp in the apartment, my confronting Don's boss about his trying to set Don up with another girl and laughinglaughinglaughing. Being fed banana liquor by Zack and being given five dollars. There was this one point where I wanted to clean really, really bad. I threw all of this trash and empty bottles into the trashcan really hard, breaking so much glass. Don walks in and goes, "What is she doing?" and someone says, "Cleaning" and he goes, "BABE DON'T CLEAN." We have one and a half bottles of banana liquor left, after starting off with seven. Banana liquor is one hundred proof. Now, I'm not claiming to have drank all of that, but I don't remember exactly how many bottles I put the finishing, polishing touches upon. And everyone wanted me to taste their mix drinks. And I wanted some champagne. And I went to sleep at three AM after puking twice.
This morning Don informed me I had alcohol poisoning. So, that was fun. I mean, if you consider choking on your stomach lining continuously from 7:54am to 12:56pm and throwing up everything ever fun. If you consider being too weak to get out of bed for more than however-long-it-takes-to-get-out-of-the-twin-sized-bed-we-share-and-running-to-the-connected-bathroom fun. If you consider telling your boyfriend, "I JUST WANT TO KILL MYSELF" around two PM fun. If you consider being force-fed chicken noodle soup and ginger ale and puking it up twice and making yourself sleep for two hours and waking up to your boyfriend packing your bags and telling you to take a shower and your being too in pain to bend down and his drying your legs and thighs and praying and peeing in the shower before then, telling everyone ever in your skull and in religions that caught your attention that you won't drink ever again until you're of legal drinking age fun. If you consider the fact that I still have a stomachache fun.
Which I do, so it was all cool.