Why I Should Never Drink....But Will Continue To Do So

So i just thought that i would recount for you my night last night...

so i just recently reconnected with an old friend from high school that went to NYU and now lives and works out here. He's cool, we used to be pretty good friends back in the day. anyway, he asked me if i wanted to go and see his band play at this bar called The Mean Fiddler (awesome name for a bar...) last night. So i went and i had a couple of beers during the show, nothing big. So at some point after the show Steve (thats his name) says that we should get dinner and i'm like "yeah totally" to which he replies "it could be like a date"...and i think he's joking so i roll my eyes and say "totes!". after he keeps talking about our "date" i realize that he WASN'T joking and awkward erin kicks in full gear. so we are all hanging out and i'm still drinking and i tell steve that i'm kind of dating someone. i also start hitting on the bartender cause he's hot and i'm drunk.

things get a little fuzzy around this time...i remember getting into a fight (like yelling!) with steve about me being a bitch which i'm sure i was being. i also remember making out with the bartender downstairs. i don't even feel guilty about that part-it was fun. so this morning i wake up not having any idea how i got home and i don't have my credit card. awesome. thankfully, i found it along with "Alan's" number (the bartender i guess)....i might call.

my mom also called me today and said "is there a reason that you called us at 4:30am last night?" ....and so i thought fast and said, "oh i must haved called by mistake" thinking that she had just seen it on the caller id. nope. my mom- "well you talked to dad...." yikes. i then looked at my outgoing calls log and realized that i had in fact called half of the people in my phone book at 5am. i'm a mess.

i love you all. sorry this was so long.