Exciting subject line, hmm? Full of potentially embarrassing stories and intrigue. Let’s jump in!
Cherry Vodka
Justin and I went to a small party at our friends’ house on Saturday night (I am not naming names as I don’t want to incriminate anyone). Wine and cherry vodka flowed, good times were had, and the night rapidly turned into a blur. 9 hours later I crawled into bed.
One thing Justin loves to do the day after I get very drunk is remind me of the foolish things I did or said. He also likes to find out what parts of the night vanish into my mental abyss. I often entrust Justin with my welfare when we go out and alcohol is involved. I believe that, when inebriated, Justin will steer me away from potentially damaging situations. Imagine my surprise when Sunday rolled around and Justin told me that I engaged in an event I don’t even remember!
Gracious Hosts - Mark and Olivia
We played Pictionary? Seriously? Ok… I know. I have now revealed to you what my “drunk ass did” that I don’t remember. Can you believe how INSANE my life is? It’s true. There was really nothing incriminating about a game of Pictionary. There were no high stakes, no stripping off of clothes. It was a wholesome board game night, people! Alcohol is an evil mistress. If I were someone else, that story would have been waaay juicier. In all fairness, I do vaguely remember the components of Pictionary being laid out on the table. That’s about it. Obviously I was kidding about not naming names. Thanks for having us over, Olivia and Mark!!! Pictures of game night >>
Taboo!
The night began innocently enough with delicious snacks and a round of Last Word followed by Cranium. By the end of the night we were rocking out to Guns N Roses and discussing the possibilities of ocean creatures fitting into an insect catagory. Apparently they don’t, no matter how passionately you argue the case. *cough cough*
As you might have guessed, I was pretty useless all day Sunday. I ate half a pizza for breakfast and remained planted in front of the TV for the majority of the day until I finally dragged myself into the shower around 8 or 9 PM. Who knew board game nights could get so wild and have such dire hangovers as consequences? All in all, I had a great night. Next time I’ll just have to remember to practice moderation.