So I turned 21 yesterday, cool. Well a bunch of friends came with me to this local bar. Turns out that they are closed on sundays, but they opened for us. So basically we had the entire bar/place to our own. Well we got there with about 8 people and ended up with about 30+ people. Well we eventually whipped out a beer pong table and it was just story chill. They have this chair called a "blowjob chair" where you sit down, and lay back and a girl sits on you and gives you a shot and then shoots whip cream in your mouth. Fun stuff. All and all it was a great night and just super chill. I had 12 shots and a beer. However this morning when I woke up, I thought it was all good, then I turned my head and saw towels on my pillow. I was like wtf? I looked down and saw some more towels and a bucket, with no puke in it. Then I tried to remember what happened and I couldn't. Fuuuuck. Now I have blackout before so I'm not to worried about it. So I sit up in my bed and talk around my room. I keep my room normally pretty clean, and I see my pants lying on my floor. I realized that I never plugged my iphone in my charger so I grab my pants and grab my phone. No drunk texts or calls. Good thing. I then smell something and realize its the smell of puke on my breathe. Then a spilt second clicks. I remember being in the parking lot puking with the manger of the bar saying "Keep the bucket." End of memory. Well thats how I got the bucket, I must have missed it because there was no puke in it. I looked in my bed, no puke but I found some basket ball shorts that were in my bed that I was not wearing. I walked to the bathroom to pee and looked at my shirt, and realized I did not have my polo on. I had my white undershirt with a puke stain on it. When back to my room, no shoes no socks. Damn. Then I called my friend who was my DD, she was suppose to pick me up at 2am when they closed and drive me home. Well I woke her up, but I wanted to know what happened. I knew something was up because she asked if I was ok. I told her I didn't remember the ride home, how these towels got there, etc. So goes on to tell me that I got kicked out of my bar at about 1ish because I puked inside. Then I was in the parking lot puking *Insert Memory Here.* Im still not sure exactly who was with me my friend picked me up. But I guess she drive me home and I was in my bathroom for about an hour puking. Whenever she gave me water, I would just puke that up. I guess I puked all over the bathroom and then my other friend cleaned it all up. Then she put me in my bed and put the towels down. Then I texted my other friend because she was counting the shots I had. Remember when I said I had 12, and a beer? I guess I had 18 shots and that beer. Fuuuck. I guess I had a great time at the bar. Even when I was there, I never pasted out or anything. All in all it was a fun night and super chill. By far the most drunk I have ever been in my life.
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