Well, the last time I posted was Wednesday I believe. Wednesday through Saturday all I did was homework, lame I know but I didn't do it for 3 weeks so something had to be done. On Saturday though things got intense. I ended up at Mohegan Sun Casino in Connecticut with 3 of my girlfriends and this huge tool named Colin. We got a hotel room that Colin paid for. It was $550 dollars a night I think? Oh well he is a drug dealer so it only made sense that he would pay for that like it was nothing. Better him then me paying for it though. Because I have a tendency of getting hotel rooms all the time. It is my favorite past time. Anyways, on the way up I popped a xanax because my friends driving was giving me anxiety. Good thing because I shut up most of the way, which is an hour and a half btw. Got about 10 exits away and I started pounding cups of sangria, boxed sangria hahah..So we get to the hotel and we look like 3 prostitutes being with this thug while we were checking in. Whatever you got to do what you got to do. Get up to the room and its super nice. The room had a great view to and was a great size. I'm not even sure how I blacked out so fast but I did. Usually when I do drugs and drink I don't blackout as bad or if at all. I was completely belligerent. I don't even remember going around the casino. Apparently I had to though because I didn't go up to the room until about 1am. Passed out alone and woke up around 8am. First one to pass out as well. I don't know what was wrong with me. Probably the xanax..well yeah that explains it. So at 8am we all woke up. I did what I normally do, start drinking. And yes, drinking at 8am is rather normal to me. I drank about 2 cups of sangria and had 2 shots of grey goose. I started flipping out though because room service wouldn't allow us to order drinks until 11am! REALLY? I am at a casino, I thought the rules were less strict there. I cannot deal with Connecticut. Like you can't buy alcohol on a Sunday or holiday because of the blue laws. FUCK THE BLUE LAWS. Maybe if we were allowed to sell alcohol on Sundays and drink before 11am our state would be on its way out of debt and start recovering some of the money the dumb governor lost. I don't understand how we are the 3rd richest state but the brokest one? ANYWAYS. So I went downstairs and started a commotion because I wanted a drink. Went back upstairs to realize that WE HAD A MINI BAR! Ready, aim, attack. I went at it at full force. It was a good time..on Colin of course. So we go to the bar, I get a vodka tonic and then we all go to breakfast. I ordered a mimosa. And got denied. THERES ANOTHER LAW STATING THAT YOU CANNOT HAVE MORE THEN 1 DRINK IN FRONT OF YOU AT A TIME!!!!! Where have I been and why haven't I been aware of any of these BULLSHIT laws. Seriously fuck that. So I downed my drink in 1 second in front of the waitress and asked for my mimosa. Bitch brought it to. Then another, and another. Finally, the manager comes over and gives us a drunk in public speech. I opened my damn mouth and started going off on him because an older couple in the corner was giving us dirty looks. He assured me they weren't but they were. So I left. Went back to the bar. Tried to order a mimosa and got DECLINED. The same manager told the bartender to not serve me. Come to find out there is ANOTHER LAW THAT STATES THAT YOU CAN ONLY HAVE 2 DRINKS AN HOUR! SERIOUSLY LIKE COME THE FUCK ON. All more reason I do not EVER want to live in Connecticut again. Thank god I am out of there. In NYC I can drink all day, everyday, and have 10+ drinks in front of me at a time. NO ONE judges. I couldn't believe all this crap that I am just being made aware of after 22 years of existence. So around 1ish we left. I was so drunk I don't even really remember the ride home but I was the one giving directions so I guess we made it. Got in my car and realized I cannot be driving but I had to. Made it home in 10 minutes. My mom knew I was completely hammered. I asked her if I could take a nap before the train and she said absolutely not because you will not wake up until tomorrow. So what do I do, text my guy friend saying, "5:16 train to NYC, I will pay, lets get drunk." He ended up coming. We got beer at the train station and drank the whole way. I was having panic attacks like it was my job because my head was POUNDING. Get to the city at 6:30 and go immediately Blockheads and get red nose bull dogs. If you haven't had one before it is a margarita with a shot of sangria with a corona upside down. Not a cure for a headache though. I was in rough shape. Went to check out my other friends apartment, still drinking, and went home around 10. Woke up this morning alive but very sore. I was made aware that I had a serious dance session yesterday morning which is why I feel like my body is 96 years old today. Again, normal because I always do crazy dances or back flips and bends when I am drunk, actually when I am sober to. There is a video coming to facebook as well, I can't wait to see what state of the mind I was in at approx. 10am yesterday haha.
This week I am having a slow week. Trying to get my finances and life back together so I can move to another state that won't judge me on my alcoholism. I hope it works out for me this week because I need to take a few breathers before I put myself into the hospital. The past month has been a serious blur and break in my bank account. I also gained back all the weight I lost from food poisoning and working out so a big FUCK YOU TO ME for that. I see myself tonight drowning in my jacuzzi downstairs trying to mend my bones back together while watching all the hotties workout as I hide my fat in bubbling water.
Hasta la vista baby.
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