Way Too Much…

Yesterday I decided to head over to Mardi Gras and hang out with some friends.  I got over there really early, we’re talking around nine in the morning, I’m usually still asleep at that point.  So we walk around for a bit, all my friends being incredibly drunk from the night before still have enough alcohol to intoxicate three.  We head over to the beach and start consuming the “Miller High Life” beer, also known as disgusting.  Basically this all ends in me being extremely drunk, sun burnt, and obnoxious.  I see a group of teenagers hanging out and decide to go over and attempt to “humiliate” them because I’m drunk and obnoxious, remember?  I begin name calling and other things of that sort and then shit starts to hit the fan.  I make one guy really mad and all ends in disaster, me being outnumbered and offensive, I start to get threatened and I quickly slur an apology and get the fuck out of there.  Then I begin to bawl and complain how every one hates me.  Mind you, this just might be the drunkest I’ve ever been.  I continue crying and trying to make myself vomit, hoping to get rid of all the alcohol tubing its way through my body.  So the two people left with me calm me down and we decide it’s time to find some where else to go that isn’t consumed by police and pissed off teenagers.  My one friend gets a call from a neighbor asking to babysit, we agree and hitch a ride in the back of their truck back to their house.  I slowly become sober enough to feel major regret and tell my friends how sorry I am for being such a douche bag.  We end up hanging out over there until ten o’clock and I feel it’s time to call my mother to pick me up and head home.  I say my goodbyes and wait out side.  Once I get home I take a bath and eat lots of bread, I’m so pissed at myself I feel that any ounce of alcohol in my body needs to be absorbed and out os my system.  I lay in bed around twelve and find it too hard to sleep over the embarassment I had faced earlier that day.  I start to read but also find that hard since all I can think about is how I should have kept my mouth shut.  The argument wasn’t even half of my drunken brigade, I was trying to get my best friend, Brett to have sex with me in front of my other friend, and out doors.  I was truely a heaping mess.  Now that I’ve realized how annoying I am when I’m intoxicated, I don’t think I’ll be drinking again any time soon.  I think I’m going to start an apology letter now; give it to every one I fucked with… Oh lord.