I'm Glad This Is A One Time Deal

I am extremely happy that I only have to turn 21 once. Don't get me wrong, my birthday was fun... and eventful, but I don't think I can handle that much alcohol ever again. I went with two friends from the cheerleading gym I work at. Tara and Tosha took me to Midland Street in Bay City. The bar we started at wasn't too busy. Just perfect. No once even thought to ask me for my i.d. Lame. I drank anyway. Started with a shot and a mixed drink. Then the DJ decided to anounce to the world that it was my birthday. Bad idea. Had a few more drinks, tried to order myself some water, and danced. Did some shots with some really big guys. Then headed to a second bar. First order... water! I seriously needed water in me. Again, the DJ anounces it's me 21st and this time I get called up to sing karaoke. Yup... Like a Virgin! I couldn't see the screen because my vision was a little blurred by this time, so I'm sure that I did a horrible job. After singing, things get a little fuzzy. Apparently, we dropped Tosha off at her house and then went to the Texan. Tara thought it would be a good idea to get food in me before I passed out. On my way in to the restaurant, I supposedly verbally assaulted to older men. Oops. Sat down, waited for the food to come. And then threw up on the table. Yes, on the table. Tara helped me to the bathroom, where I finished puking... on the floor. And then we left. I don't remember getting home. I do remembering begging people to call 911 for me because I was sure I was going to die. I woke up at about 9:45, with no pants on. Not sure how that happened. Aparently, I had taken them off before I peed on Tara's carpet! Oops again. I felt pretty good when I opened my eyes, and then realized I was still drunk. So I waited a little bit and then drove myself home where I passed out for the next 5 hours. When I finally woke up, I had the worst hangover in the world. I made myself some toast.. no butter, just toast. And had some really cold water. I started feeling better with the food in my stomach. Saturday morning, I was still feeling like shit. And today, I am still sick, but the hangover is officially gone. Moral of the story: Christa + lots and lots of alcohol = lots and lots of vomit. Maybe next time Tara and I go out, she will let me drink water when I order it!