Owwww… my freaking head… NOT!
If you think I will be manhandled by a hangover the size of Asia after the hard drinks I was pouring down my throat last night, you are wrong. I am up at 9 am in the morning, feeling tired, overslept and not one bit drunk. It’s a Sunday morning. Even if I DID have a hangover it would be alright.
I started the party FRIDAY NIGHT at Caliente with Office Friends. Coincidentally, I met some of my EAC friends there. WOOT! Two birds in one stone. It was a blast. My main problem that night was nothing in the water-like drinks I had gave me that much needed buzz I needed to loose all my inhibitions and just scream out loud.
The party continued with my Cousins, who admittedly I didnt get to drink with for the past… years. In fact, it really was my first time with them. I watched people get plastered as I reached that perfect buzz. Not drunk at all. Just tipsy and I even got sobered after I helped one of them get to the couch.
I was bad too. >.> Did something I haven’t done in a long time. Nope, thats the last time. Never again. Bad Girl, Maia. Bad, bad girl.
Why didn’t I care last night?
- Maybe because I was too happy… or rather too sad…
- Maybe I was pissed off.
- Maybe I needed to blow off steam after a tiring week
- Maybe I just needed a break
- Maybe I needed to go out of control
I did say a few things to certain people that I meant. I just chose to let go of everything.
It doesn’t really matter. The weekend is over. Party Girl is done.
Love you kids… nurse those hangovers. Glad I dont have one!