saturday, april 22, 2007 is my most happiest, embarassing and most unforgettable day in my life..
that day was the first time i got kicked out of a club.
me! the goody-two-shoes!
kicked out, escorted out by two bouncers who did the red-sea-moses hawi the crowd to let me through..
look at me! i was all dressed up, prettified myself, ready for a night of no-holds-barred dancing since i havent been out in a long time.
pre drinking was a bad idea. or was it a good one? i can not tell. i know my limit when it comes to alcohol. i know i couldve taken more alcohol without passing out like that.
that night, i crossed the line, from the land of the good girls, to the land of the people actually passing out and not know what they did when they wake up.
I actually didnt know how i got home. i dont recall walking, i do not recall leaving the club or even puking in the bathroom.
all i knew was there were three people who took me home.
three friends who cleaned me up, carried me up three flights
of stairs, put me in bed, waited till i calmed down and even took me home the next day. three friends i owe lunch to when i sober up again.
that's them ---->