So i haven't been so sick drunk in a fucking long time. It started off being a regular ol' evening, i was just gonna go buy a vogue, spend the evening reading and try to go to bed early (even though i've been having alot of trouble falling asleep lately). Anywho my guy friend Ty called me to meet up, and i think he has a crush on V or something because he insisted she be there, and he said he'd bring a friend for me. So, the two of them came to pick us up downtown, with another guy who was driving, and they took us to this bar, and the driving guy just dropped us off and left. So yeah we showed up and started drinking and stuff, i got a rhum & coke. My guy's name was S, by the way, and he was paying for everything. Usually when we go out with guys they're too cheap so they get pitchers of beer, which i Hate, but must endure anyway, but this guy just asked us what drink we wanted, and told the waiter to keep them coming. He was ordering us shots, too, even for the waiter, and he was putting down hundred dollar bills, so i asked him what he did and he said he worked for some telemarketing whatever, so i assume he must be some sort of drug dealer or whatever. So i was happily sipping down all my drinks like an idiot, cause it wasn't hitting me that much at first, and we were talking and all, and this S guy was starting to flirt with me and all. He said he wanted to get to know me better but he thought we were too different or something. He said he was probably too mature for me. (He's 24, i'm 19, come on.) So i'm thinking man this guy's fucking cocky, which i don't really mind, it's pretty sexy in a way. Anyways so i guess he was just trying to get a reaction out of me, but i just said "yeah, maybe you're right" in a condescending way, and anyway he just kept saying this bullshit about how he wants to take me out to dinner but i'm so closed off that talking to me is like talking to a wall. So he's telling me he doesn't think i'm interested in him, and then he goes "why don't i give you my number and if you call i'll know you're interested". So i said something like no thanks and whatever, and it was driving him crazy. I have a feeling he's used to getting all the girls he wants, and he Is a catch, i mean he's cute and he drives a Benz for christ's sake. whatever so by the end of the night i was WASTE- ED. but not the good wasted where you're just way more talkative and, umm, friendly, it was the horrible sick wasted where i was just extremely dizzy and i went to the bathroom to throw up and stuff. The last time i threw up after drinking must've been like a year ago. It was bad. And i just wanted to go home so badly after that. Oh and while i was sick that S guy was hitting on V! Can you imagine the loser? At least we left really soon after that in a cab, and i think the second i hit my bed i fell asleep. It was like 2:30am, which is the earliest that i've been able to sleep in a few weeks. Oh, so yea, valentine's day today. Happy Valentine's day!