Friday night was CRAZY. Me and V decided to pre drink before going to the club. We went to the SAQ and got one of those small bottles of vodka. Oh and before that we went shopping for V and she got a whole new outfit with shoes, a belt, and everything. She looked super hot. Anyways so i decided to dress up too, with my crazy sexy excruciatingly painful pointy heels. So we were super hot, and pretty drunk by the time we got to the club. It was great, from what i remember, we were just dancing like crazy and getting more and more drinks. It was around that time when i got the genius idea to call AH. Ya, i know. Outside the club there was apparently some crazy fight. A bunch of gangs were fighting, there was blood all over 2 people's faces... I don't remember anything of that. All i remember leaving the club was me thinking: i gotta call AH. I gotta call him now. I even knew what i was gonna say. I was gonna tell him how sad i felt on tuesday when he looked all sad. I wanted to apologize and say i wanted everything to go back to how it was before. it all seemed like a brilliant plan at the time. Thank Heavens he didn't pick up the phone. I would've been so so embarassed. I still am, at the very fact that i even called him, but at least he didn't hear what i had to say. We went to a friend of my brother's afterwards and apparently i was falling asleep everywhere and for some reason i put my head in one guys crotch and i wouldn't get up, so they finally carried me into the bedroom where i woke up the next morning next to V, wondering where i was and what the fuck was happening. I finally remembered that i'd called AH and started wondering why he wasn't calling back. All day i waited for his call. Even today he hasn't. So now i'm a little confused. i would think he's be really excited that i'd called him and would call back as soon as he saw the missed call. Maybe something happened on tuesday night and he decided he just doesn't want to see me anymore. Maybe he hates my blonde hair... i don't know. I remember when we left the first bar to go to a club, ah called johnny and he invited him to come, but he didn't end up showing up. i dunno. O and that night we almost got arrested. Johnny got pulled over, we were all wasted, he's like "somebody give me a fucking gum, fast!" We even had a half empty bottle of rum on the floor of the back seat... but the cops just asked a few questions and luckily he said the right thing, and they let us go. Anyway so now i'm still waiting for AH to call me back. I don't even know what i'm gonna say. What Can i say? "hey sorry i drunk dialed you friday night. You know how it is. Everybody does it..." Frig

You're A Crazy Drunk

When you drink, you get wrecked - and it ain't pretty.