It was her goal to down 21 shots that night.
After the 12th, she started to feel a little lightheaded, so she decided to lay down for a couple minutes. Needless to say, that was a BIG MISTAKE!
Never lie down after 8 or more shots, people! You've been warned.
I don't know if you have ever had the pleasure to witness someone throw up in their sleep, but I can tell you from first hand experience, it is one AWESOME spectacle. Haley's comet? Ehhh. A solar eclipse? BORING! Seeing a mother deer with its' young fawn calmly drink water from a babbling brook? Been there, done that, googled it and everything.
You have not truly experienced joy until you've seen a loved one hurl from a dormant state! And the funny thing is, there's not a damn thing you can do about it . . . except, laugh uncontrollably like you're Tickle-Me-Elmo on speed and 42 cups of coffee.
It's not like I could help her anyway. There were juicy chunks of mexican food on her jacket, shirt, and hair. It's just not sanitary. I could get hepatitis or something.
That stuff stinks, too. Goodness gracious. Happy birthday sis!

1 comment:
i can't believe you wrote a whole blog about this and posted a picture along with it. get over it. haha. jk. it's okay...we'll see who laughs last. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!
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