A First

So...last night. Hollyyyyy cow. Last night was the huge BSU (Black Student Union) party at the Granada on Mass street. We (Karen, Monica, Sammie, Alex, & I) decided that we would go and have a good time. But, because I'm constantly the DD, we asked Sammie to be the driver so that I could drink. And....God...did I drink. I had approximately 12 shots in about 45 minutes. I was SMASHED. Now, remember, I've never actually been drunk. I've never actually even been TIPSY, so this was all very new to me. I don't remember most of the pictures we took, actually. And that was before we even went to the party. *sigh* And then apparently I made Karen text AND call Dean and tell him how lucky he was to have me and how she doesn't understand why he won't just love me like he wants to. But he told me she called at least three times -- I was only present for one of those times. Monica called him too, I apparently talked to him, and she asked him if he loved me. I don't remember asking her to do that at all. And apparently I cried? So I guess I'm going to classify myself as an emotional drunk --- definetly. I was sooooo crazy.
Anyways, I'm still very very tired and not thinking quite clearly so I'm going to go sleep and write more tomorrow hopefully