  i've just woken up from what is quite possibly one of the most embarrassing and traumatizing nights of my life. you know that whole saying: beer before liquor, never sicker... well, even with ed repeating it over and over again (didn't know that til he told me this morning) my stubborn ass eventually took 3-4 shots of spiced rum (again, don't remember doing it) after already drinking somewhere between 5-8 beers (taking into account the beer bong, yes they had a beer bong). consequently, this led to my clothes being changed by my aunt, throwing up on myself and on clothes that weren't mine, bro having to carry me to the van AND i throwing up on him too!
...ahhhh blah! man, someone please hide hard liquor when i'm drinking beer because i just don't know when to stop. how sad! anyway, i'm sure i had a good time, to what expense though. haha. terrible, just terrible. i'll be posting the pics from this memorable night soon enough. til then, here i'll be... recovering... [laters] 
