Sober sally

Sorry I have kept you all waiting and anticipating to hear about my latest drunken rampages but the truth is I have not drank in going on 9 days. I know I am disappointing some people and not living up to their expectations of me but I warned you in the last entry. I honestly needed a break before my liver came up with all my alcohol/mc chickens/big macs from the previous night. It's weird because I didn't drink in high school. I did drugs. I never got drunk drunk until about September of 2006. First blackout was October 26th 2006. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was with my roommate Nicole going to ladies drink free at club NV in West Palm Beach. I have no idea how many drinks I consumed but I do remember having the whole baseball team in my room and I was playing in my shower in my bathing suit. Don't even ask because I don't even know. There was photographic evidence of me sitting in my courtyard in nothing but my bright pink towel gazing off into space. I was in and out of consciousness around 4-5am where I let myself into this girls room and tried to steal her refrigerator to sell to make money for my other roommate Chelsea to buy a plane ticket to fly home for a weekend. What a nice friend I was. I didn't make it out with the refrigerator but I did score plenty of paper goods to keep us stocked up for a while. What an interesting time my freshman year of college was....

Sunday I am going to a Mets game. I am not a Mets fan, I am a die hard Yankee fan, but it is fun, cheaper than going to Yankee Stadium, and they have a McFaddens there, what not to love? Last time I was there was May 2010, I dropped a bag of cocaine in the rotunda and went back for it like an hour later (AND IT WAS THERE) after realizing that is where I dumped out my louis v bag onto the cement like an asshole looking for my chapstick, my yankees chapstick haha. I consumed roughly 10 beers in the 95+ degree weather and passed out I think? Ended up somewhere in Queens at a bar. Not only did I not know where I was or how to get back to Manhattan, I decided it would be okay to pick a fight with the driver. I do this a lot actually. But it didn't do me any good. He dropped my ass off near the LIRR, which if you didn't know is the Long Island Rail Road. CLEARLY I was in LONG ISLAND AND NOT MANHATTAN. I ended up taking the wrong train all the way to the Hamptons almost, which is about 2 hours away. Black out the whole way there and back. Ended up at Penn Station around 5:30am where I proceeded to buy McDonalds breakfast, which is my favorite, for me and a bum from Tennessee. I met him underground in the subway line of the NRQW. Not a place where you should be meeting people. But he was a southern gentlemen. Got home around 7? My roommate already hated me by this point because I was going out every night since I turned 21 until 5am when she had a full time job (haha sucked for her).  I had work at 4pm. I couldn't even get up enough strength to roll out of my bed so I put my phone on speakerphone and told my boss I quit and that her hours she gave me interfered with my drinking ( I was still drunk talking to her).  She really thought 4pm was a decent work time for me. This was after I almost quit, and slept through my shift 5 or 6 times previously. She loved me though so she always tried to accommodate me but I think this time she was fed up. It didn't bother me because I didn't even make enough in 2 weeks what I drink in like a weekend.

Anyways, I think I need to go do something about the grilled chicken caesar salad I ate and the fact that I chugged a liter of water immediately after it. I am not doing to well. I think my chicken might not digest and is just going to swim around in the ocean I got in there. So this is my goodbye to you. CIAO.