
Originally Posted by
mollyzmoon
I used to have a lot of house parties when I was a teenager. We drank a lot. One time my friend ran away threatening to kill herself again, so I went to the rescue. I don't think anyone else really cared.
I went outside, hammered, in February in Ottawa. I was wearing a tank top, jeans, flip flops, and new orleans beads. I jumped on my little brother's bike, and said "oh, I'm a drunk driver, I better wear my helmet..." but I could only find my horse helmet. So be it!
I got about two blocks and skidded into snowbank. I lost my flip flop, so after looking for it for a while, I got honked at by my friend's dad. She was in the car with him, and half the people from the party were walking home also. I was basically just sitting in the snowbank with this green plastic equestrian helmet. It was pretty silly and stupid. And then I puked.
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