2002-04-02 8:15 p.m.

puddle of puke

hmm...well...new lesson: Being drunk is highy overrated.

I talked about in an earlier entry how I hardly ever drink, and when I do, I never get drunk. I never had, ever. Until last night. hmm...I feel kind of weird even admitting this, it's so not me. But maybe who I am is no longer the who I was. Not that I ever to be drunk again, I really think that once was enough for me, but I'm just changing too much out here and having all these new expirences. I don't know what to think about it all.

Alright, the story: Crazily enough, I was caller 102 on KIIS-FM (the one that Rick Dees is on)and ended up winning tickets to the premiere and after-party of National Lampoon's Van Wilder. Yeah, like an actual premiere and an actual after-party. It's crazy and I was really excited! The movie itself is alright - funny, I laughed, but a little crudely gross. It just was cool 'cause I got to walk down the red carpet, not like anyone paid attention to little non-stars like me, but I could pretend I was important.:)

There weren't any HUGE stars, but I saw Ryan Reynolds (I LOVE this guy - took a picture w/him and everything!), Carmen Electra, Tiffany Amber-Theisan and Tara Reid. The after-party was in The Sunset Room. It was pretty packed and it just felt important to be there, you know?

They had an open bar, so of course I had to take advantage of that. :) But I hadn't had much to eat the whole day, and I'm not a big drinker, and well, the two apple martinis (I'm told this is the new Hollywood big drink, so woohoo, I'm cool now!:)), the cosmopolition and the sex on the beach got to me pretty good. It kinda sucks because I really wish I could remember more of the night now. I mean, when else will I get this chance? I know we talked to these guys for a real long time, I have no clue what I talked about anymore, I swear I felt like I was in a dream, it was real weird. I couldn't see all too straight towards the end of the night, and it's so weird for me even to admit this, but it all honeslty feels like a dream, I couldn't figure out what was real. I guess I behaved quite well and didn't act drunk at all because the friend I was with said that until I asked her to drive my car, she thought I was fine. That makes me feel good, at least. I can still control myself even when I don't remember what's going on.

But, yeah, now for the not-so-good part. I get home and pass out on my bed. I remember not believing that I was feeling that way and trying really hard to stablize my senses and be more aware. I don't like feeling like that. Well, I threw up twice last night - but I didn't make it to the toliet. I guess I somehow thought I was dreaming and that I didn't need to clean it up. So, I ended up sleeping in my own puddle of puke.

I woke up two hours late 'cause I hadn't remembered to set my alarm. In my puke. talk about the grossest thing ever! I couldn't believe that this was me. I took a fast shower and threw my comforter in the washer and went to work. yeah, I didn't feel so great this morning, not surprisingly. It's just all a brand new feeling to me. I'm sort of ashamned, but also sort of glad that I at least finally had this expirence. I now know WHY I need to be careful how much I drink in the future. I also learned not to drink when I have to work in the morning.

So, this is just another lesson to add to my many I've already gotten out here, I guess. I still cannot believe that I really did that last night, I cannot believe that that was me, and I really wish I could remember more of everything. Oh well, all I can do is learn, right?

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