FML – Fuck My Liver

It was my roommate’s birthday and a time to celebrate.  Although we were planning to party the upcoming weekend, a couple of us decided to go out on his actual birthday, which was on a Wednesday.  Now, my roommate had the next two days off work, but I was only off that Friday.  I had work on Thursday and needed to take it fairly easy.

We pregamed a decent amount before heading out the the bars.  My roommate was seeing a girl at the time and they both wanted to go to a dance club.  So that’s what we did.  Remember that this is a Wednesday night, at a dance club, in Pittsburgh.  There’s really not that much going on, but the specials are reasonable and the alcohol is hitting us an hour in.  Sergio meets up with us and we all take turns buying shots to celebrate.

We’re smashed now and staggering around the dance floor.  I’m thinking to myself, “I have to fucking work tomorrow.”  I have alcohol all over my right arm from dancing around with a drink.  I decide that it’s about time to take off.  I hop in my car and head home. *[I do not condone this behavior and regret the decision to ever drive drunk, but this is what happened.]   I guess I was drunker than I thought because I start feeling nauseous.  I pull up to a red light, barely open my car door in time, and throw up onto my left arm and the street.  Fuck.  Thankfully, no one saw me.

I make it home and head inside.  Even though it’s late as hell, I have to shower and get this shit off me.  I manage to clean up and then head to bed.  Somehow I got drunker than my roommate on his birthday.  Needless to say, I called off work the next day.  So much for taking it easy.  Fuck my liver.