Do I even want to open my eyes right now?
Hallelujah I woke up in a familiar setting.
Oh no, I don’t remember how I left last night.
What’s the last part of the night I remember?
Welp. Should probably check my texts to see what damage was done.
Only one drunken text trying to find the squad. Blessed.
Six outgoing calls. Great.
A 15-minute call?!?!?!
Maybe Snapchat can help me piece together what I don’t remember.
SO. MANY. SELFIES.
Who even is that?
*remembers drunken conversation* Yup. I’m the worst.
Maybe just maybe they won’t remember our talk.
Was I the drunkest person out?
No, I’m sure everyone was just as drunk as I was.
Aaaand I’m still drunk.
Okay. Where’s my purse?
Credit card? Check.
How did this even happen?
I only had like, three shots.
And maybe one mixed drink.
Oh wait. Nope. Forgot about those shots.
Is this what death feels like?
I’m never drinking again.
At least I didn’t puke.
Did I puke last night?
What time is it?
This taste in my mouth. Good God.
I need brunch and I need it now.
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