The 360 West Project

It’s Friday!! Sweet. Another party. When it comes to “little” shindigs like this I am the queen. I dance, drink, smoke, and have the time of my young sixteen year old life. 4 beers and a few cigarettes later, the buzz kicks in, I’m walking around the room aimlessly. I feel all cool walking around with the other buzzed persons from the party, but in actuality i’m making myself look stupid. 9 beers and a pack of cigarettes later…I am tipsy. I feel like I am swimming in the water and there is no getting out. I am dancing. Wildly, crazily. I’m having fun. Another game of beer pong comes up and I’m all over it. I lose on purpose. Big surprise. That makes 11 beers. I’m taking a seat on the couch. Back and forth trips to the bathroom, makes my small bladder feel so much better. More people arrive to the party. There are more booze, more dugs, and someone bought me a new pack of cigarettes. So now: Half a case of beer, 1 blunt, 1 and 1/2 packs of cigarettes, and 3 shots of jager later. I’m at the point of no return, but im finished for the rest of the night. It still feels like I’m swimming, but with a 50 pound weight sitting on my head. I just sit…and I wait on my ride to come and take me home, because everyone knows that I cannot drive. With no where to stay I hunt for people to take me in for the evening. Score!! I finally found one. My ride comes, drops me orf where I’m staying, I go lay down, and I fall asleep. I wake up in themorning around ten or eleven. I’ve got missed calls and text messages from people that I don’t remember meeting. My head hurts, My eyes are sensitive to light. I run to the bathroom, vomit, and go right back to sleep, at the expense of puking again. My friend takes me to my car and I drive back to my house. I get there around three in the afternoon. My phone rings. Party in Trinity!! I shower, and get ready to leave for the new adventure for the night. The story repeats itself.