Saturday

Wow, was I sick on Saturday or what? I drank a wee bit too much on Friday and then Saturday morning I woke up feeling like ASS. I felt like shit all day. I think the fact that I got my period that morning accompanied by the usual nauseating cramps didn't help things. So Saturday I had to go out and it hurt but luckily Liv gave me pepto and my stomach was good. So good in fact, that I was able to drink two bottles of Chung-ha (like soju but better) alone. The second bottle I drank right from the bottle...that's bad. I got drunk again. Then I went to dance and it was so great. The club we go to actually played three songs of punk/rock and I was excited. I realized my dream in life is to be a rockstar. Don't deny it, you know I'd be perfect...
I was cool enough to get two girls to come home with me on Saturday and one of them even slept in my bed...naked...oooooohhhhh. Not so good though, you'll find...because it was Sheli. I'll not get too much into it now because she did a pretty good job of summing it up in her blog. But anyway, the point is, I exhibited self-control that I didn't even know I HAD.
But in the end, it was good because I know that it wouldn't caused more complication and confusion than is already there.
How bout that for a Saturday night?