The toga.

I awoke at nine in the morning with a spinning head ache, rolling around in my own bed. All I could taste was those cheap Superman drinks and Jager, and all I could smell was the vomit that I threw up all over my bed at ten at night when I got home. I only remember four things, which actually isn’t that bad seeing as though I was only there for like an hour and forty five minutes.

My first memory was getting to Josh’s place at eight. The party started at eight, and I really do not know why we got there so early. I was already fucked though, I had eight Jager bombs at mine as my mum watched me, weather she was impressed or not I wouldn’t know, but I think she was too busy taking photos of us to tell me to slow down. My second memory was seeing Seb from primary school. I felt kind of bad because I couldn’t understand him when he was like ‘Hey, Cosma, do you remember me?’ or whatever he said, it was something like that.

Something I don’t remember was how much I drank. I didn’t think I had that much to drink, that’s why I was so surprised that I was so gone, but I think I found out how much I had to drink when I got up this morning and mum told me that I vomited all over my bed in my sleep and she wants me to wake up so she can clean it. Then I got in the shower and took a slash for a full minute, the streamline did not stop for a full minute, and then I vomited some more.

My third memory was seeing Meb, then I think she said something but I have no clue what it was, then I hugged her then she walked off and I fell over and stayed on the floor for a few minutes, longer than my piss would you believe, and then I got up to dance and I fell over on the dance floor like five times. I don’t know whether I was falling so much because I was so drunk or because I kept on tripping over my toga, but I’m going to say that it was a combination of the two.

My fourth and final memory of the night was Heinicke coming up to me (Microsoft word underlined this and said that it should be I but I think me sounds better. Just thought I’d let you know) and telling me that he has rung my mum and she is coming to get me. I asked him why and he said it is because I was falling on people on the dance floor or something, then I told him that I wasn’t that drunk but my mum and dad were already there so I went home and yeah. This was all at like nine forty, so I was partying for just under two hours, and it hadn’t even gotten good yet. I think, I’m not really sure about anything last night.

Right now, I have the head set that I never want to drink again. Carmen’s eighteenth is this weekend and I doubt that I will drink. Not only did alcohol ruin what could have been one of the best nights of my life, I mean I was in a toga, but it also nearly killed me in my sleep. I could have died if I was facing the wrong way when I vomited. Fucking alcohol, you used to be my friend but now I hate you, you used to be my second best friend, you used to go hand in hand with dancing, my other best friend and make my nights awesome but now you fucked everything up and I never want to see you again. I can't wait for next weekend though, it's just gonna be me and dancing. I feel like Caitlin now, all Catholic and shit... Footy time.