A couple nights ago I got drunk again. It was me and my friend and these two guys that are going into grade 12 that I barely know. I don't remember much from that night, but we started playing a drinking game, and me and one of the guys ended up in the basement on the couch. We madeout for I don't know how long and I am pretty positive we didn't do anything bad. Then we went back upstairs and my friend's cell rang and it was her dad! I answered it and he was wondering where we were. So I told him we were on the way home and we got out of there as fast as we could. When we got back to her house her mom was waiting for us at the door. BUSTED! But it was all good, her parents were so cool about it, and they didn't tell my parents! I had such a bad headache that night, I had threw-up at that guys house, and the next morning I almost passed out on my friend's stairs. I felt so shitty, and it wasn't even worth it for me, because I wasn't even the slightest bit attracted to the guy I madeout with! All the pain and shit just wasn't worth it for me. That is the last time I get drunk with people I don't know... for this summer at least! ---вяокεи ģіяł---