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Sampled a few jugs of vodka/bourbon/what have you. 1 flaming lamborghini. 1 lychee martinie. 1 vodka (or whatever) shot. I don't know if that's considered a lot. Labels: cheerleading
I feel that my mind is still sharp but my vision and balance are out of sorts. Got out of the cab, tried to close the door and realised my hand was hovering a few inches from the door.
I feel like I'm floating now.
[Edit@ 3.23am. And it's the first time I puked in a long time. First time over drinking. Gross. Ugh. ]