So it’s that time again when I give you a doze of my life. So this time I’m going to keep it short and sweet. This week I’m going back to past to when one of my best friends turned 21 and I thought it was okay to get drunker than the birthday girl (-_-).
So the night started with me deciding it would be cool to take two shots before we even started the night. So me and my best friend took the shots. And it was cool. We were waiting for people to arrive so we can hop in the limo and go to the club.
And here is where the story gets bad. I decided since I’m waiting why not drink more. so 2 shots become 4 and 4 becomes 6 and next thing I know I’m on my 9th shot being told I couldn’t have any more shots (-_-).