My soul hurts just thinking about Long Island Iced Teas. Saturday, woke up early in the morning on my couch. I don't recall going to bed...but what I do recall;
1) craving chicken wings & Long Island Iced Teas while at work on Friday.
2) convincing 3 other friends to go out drinking with me around 7pm
3) drinking 3 Long Islands at Taylors in Greenfield while the girls played erotic photo hunt.
4) playing pool while drinking another Long Island.
5) Heading across the street to Easy Street... drinking another Long Island & slow dancing to bad ragae (or however the fuck you spell it).
6) Heading to The People's Pint for a slippery slope night cap.
7) hitch hiking home.
8) getting out of the car in my driveway.... and......that was it.
I woke up on the couch, and learned more about the rest of the night as I cleaned my house. Hmm.... Where's Molly? and why are there all these little maps drawn on little pieces of paper??
I was told that I busted into the house and ran around screaming (wahhhhhhhh)... then I turned off the TV and turned on the stereo really loud... completely ignoring the fact that my housemate and her friend were all bundled up on the couch watching the TV.
Apparently I partied for several more hours... random strangers came by to party as well... I met them, but don't remember. Then I fell asleep on the couch.
Kids, there's an important lesson to be learned here. DO NOT (I REPEAT)... DO NOT DANCE TO REGAE!!
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