Cassie is Barbie. ♥
One of my friends had a field party yesterday for his 17th birthday. We all pitched in money for alcohol and had someone we knew get it for us. I was kind of pissed, because I paid for twenty dollars worth of booze and ended up only getting two Mike’s Hard Lemonades (not even pomegranate, just the lameass original). I was kind of bummed, but one of the guy’s at the party had some tequila. I was like, “Fuck it, I need to get trashed.” I took two huge shots of it (I know…only two…) and it was nasty as all hell. I followed it up with some of the Mike’s and it was fine though. Chasing alcohol with alcohol, haha.
Anyway, I wasn’t even that messed up compared to everyone else, but I was definitely feeling it. One of my friends got off of work at 1 after almost everyone had passed out and we smoked. I was flipping out. I kept yelling about a “dark vortex” by the campfire. Also, I asked who the fuck Moses was. This morning, my friends told me that the guy hosting the party and my girlfriend were trying to sleep in this fucking tent, and I was screaming about how “the plumbing in this house” sucked and that they needed to fix the leaks everywhere. I was super paranoid and could NOT stop laughing at everything. People talking made me laugh obnoxiously and silence made me crack up even more. Finally, I went into a dead sleep.
All in all, it was fucking crazy. I was pretty messed up and made a complete ass out of myself, but I had the best night I’ve had in a while.
I’m just REALLY FUCKIN’ PISSED that I was to occupied to take pictures! I would have loved to have seen how those turned out.
