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Blacked Out and Whacked Out
I’ll admit, I was a total newbie to the party-throwing thing. But, even as a newbie, I knew that blacking out during your own shindy was a total party foul. So…I was a newbie with duck tape around her boobies.
At least the worst that could have happened, didn’t. When I woke up with someone next to me in bed, I had a momentary panic that I had swapped sweat (and other things) with one of the Barneys my mom had warned me against. Was it possible that my mother let a guy sleep in my bed? Dumb question. Of course it was. But the person practically spooning me was Ally. Never had I been so glad to see her.
Funny thing about getting drunk…nothing. For six hours, I was walking and talking and the memory was nonexistent in my brain. I was spiral city. In every sense. Tamara wasn’t answering her phone so I needed a cyber forensic ASAP cuz according to Ally, I’d gotten come action. And apparently so did my home page.
Trou de mémoire et gueule de bois
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