This past weekend was almost the end of me...quite literally. I went out to visit my boys in the suite that I used to live with before I got kicked out, keep in mind I have been sober for almost 4 months now.
I get there, they are all pumped to see me, yo tonight is going to be the best night of your life, we going to get so fucked up etc etc. So we start drinking in the suite, then go get high, after that we get to a frat house and a drink a bottle of rum between 5-6 of us. After that we get to a sorority house and I remember playing some pong.....
And then I wake up at the hospital at 5am in my boxers, thinking where the fuck am I and how did I end up here. I look around for one of those "call the nurse buttons" and can't find it on my bed so I peak around the corner and am like "excuse me, may I go to the bathroom?" Some nurse comes running over, gives me some pants and off to the bathroom I go. Then I am like "So when can I leave and what time is it? She is like it's 5am and whenever you get a ride.
I then call my friends and then lay around all day feeling hungover but at least still alive
