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Phill's birthday
Jun. 22nd, 2005 02:55 amIt started innocently enough....
He took me out to Coldstone for ice cream and this time I didn't cry, and then he took me home. His home, lol. His parents drove us to Sidetracks, and as none of his Paramedic friends showed up, we decided to go in and have dinner by ourselves.
I ate everything on my plate; appetizer, entrée, dessert. As a result, I was stuffed; so stuff I didn't have room for any drinks, and good thing, too. Mimi and Iris showed up at the end of dinner, and so did Davita and her new husband Pedro. Davita and Pedro left not too long after they were done eating. :::rolls eyes::: So it was just four of us.
What didn't Phill drink? He had sooooo much that it was ridiculous. Originally, he wanted to get drunk because he was 21 so he COULD, but as the alcohol started to take effect, he said that it was to forget Monday, when he had to do CPR on a 2-year-old who was later pronounced dead (to be honest, the kid was dead before he started). :/
Iris had a couple of drinks, starting out on a whiskey sour, and Mimi opted for wine. I had a beer, and made sure I drank every last drop. Only took me three hours and as many trips to the bathroom because I'd eaten so much. XD So, everyone was at least a little drunk except for me. I got to see and hear all the ridiculous crap that they did. It was funny, for a while, until Iris started crying and Mimi was acting very loosely, and Phill puked all over the place (thank goodness I was outside trying to console Iris when this happened. Poor Meems). Suddenly, being the only sober one wasn't so much fun, and I had no idea how I was going to get the three of them home. And, of course, I had to help Phill get cleaned up.
I NEED A CAR.
Mimi, thank God, sobered up really quickly (she only had a glass of wine), and as much as I begged her to let me drive, she AND Iris insisted that she was fine. My hands were tied; there was no other way of doing things, so I had to let her drive, but I sat up front. We took Phill home first, of course, because he was sickest and closest. I helped him get all the way upstairs and in the bathroom and then I let his parents know what happened.
Hopped back in the car and Meems drove me home. Iris is going to stay ar her place; I hope they get there okay. Fuck, I'm SO not going to be able to sleep well tonight. Not to mention that I've STILL got that evil cough.
Happy 21st, Phill. XD Let's not do this again anytime soon, yeah?
(And WTF was up with the Yankees coming back to win 20-11?!)
He took me out to Coldstone for ice cream and this time I didn't cry, and then he took me home. His home, lol. His parents drove us to Sidetracks, and as none of his Paramedic friends showed up, we decided to go in and have dinner by ourselves.
I ate everything on my plate; appetizer, entrée, dessert. As a result, I was stuffed; so stuff I didn't have room for any drinks, and good thing, too. Mimi and Iris showed up at the end of dinner, and so did Davita and her new husband Pedro. Davita and Pedro left not too long after they were done eating. :::rolls eyes::: So it was just four of us.
What didn't Phill drink? He had sooooo much that it was ridiculous. Originally, he wanted to get drunk because he was 21 so he COULD, but as the alcohol started to take effect, he said that it was to forget Monday, when he had to do CPR on a 2-year-old who was later pronounced dead (to be honest, the kid was dead before he started). :/
Iris had a couple of drinks, starting out on a whiskey sour, and Mimi opted for wine. I had a beer, and made sure I drank every last drop. Only took me three hours and as many trips to the bathroom because I'd eaten so much. XD So, everyone was at least a little drunk except for me. I got to see and hear all the ridiculous crap that they did. It was funny, for a while, until Iris started crying and Mimi was acting very loosely, and Phill puked all over the place (thank goodness I was outside trying to console Iris when this happened. Poor Meems). Suddenly, being the only sober one wasn't so much fun, and I had no idea how I was going to get the three of them home. And, of course, I had to help Phill get cleaned up.
I NEED A CAR.
Mimi, thank God, sobered up really quickly (she only had a glass of wine), and as much as I begged her to let me drive, she AND Iris insisted that she was fine. My hands were tied; there was no other way of doing things, so I had to let her drive, but I sat up front. We took Phill home first, of course, because he was sickest and closest. I helped him get all the way upstairs and in the bathroom and then I let his parents know what happened.
Hopped back in the car and Meems drove me home. Iris is going to stay ar her place; I hope they get there okay. Fuck, I'm SO not going to be able to sleep well tonight. Not to mention that I've STILL got that evil cough.
Happy 21st, Phill. XD Let's not do this again anytime soon, yeah?
(And WTF was up with the Yankees coming back to win 20-11?!)
