I got completely trashed last night but I still remember everything. It was my friend Lisa's graduation party, so I went to her place and we both did five shots of vodka before we even went downtown to a bar called Molly O'Shea's at 11 with her roommates. Lisa and I got a Blue Motherfucker, drank half of it before realizing it wasn't fruity enough, and took it back to get a new one which we finished. Shortly after that I went from amusingly drunk to frighteningly, dizzily drunk. I hurled in the bathroom, got a ride home by one of our mutual friends around 1:30, hurled again and passed out. I woke up at six to hurl a third time and managed to pass out again till ten. Since then I've been drinking water and eating some pasta, which I hope will finally settle my stomach, but I'm still a little woozy. I remember how embarassing it was to be barely able to walk and how I repeatedly told her roommates that I admired them for not drinking. The new fun of drinking has officially worn off.