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Last night I attended a tart and vicar party. For those who don't know, it's a party where you either dress up as a whore or a priest/nun. Three guesses as to what I dressed up as.

It was a good time. I think. I drank too much. Except not really. I only had three drinks, which isn't too much ( at least compared to what I normally drink). And usually alcohol doesn't affect me like it did last night. My usual drunkenness lasts a few minutes and then I sober up again. Last night, not so much. I was drunk and I just kept on being drunk. And my reality was so skewed. Even as everything was going on, it felt like a total dream. I would have a conversation with someone, than totally forget what happened, or I would remember their mouths moving, but not what they were saying. So random.

Anyway I've never wanted to be someone my friends had to look out for when drinking. So thanks to Anna, Amanda, Evi and Geoff for making sure I was okay and keeping me from doing anything too stupid. I've decided there's only two ways for me to not be "the drunk girl" again. I either don't drink ever again, or I drink a lot more, more often and get my tolerance back up. Guess which one I'm leaning towards right now.

Okay. Now I have to do that work thing. Sigh.