Hungover

Ugh. Last night was terrible. I ended up not going in to work 'cause I had tanned that day and the bed I was in must have had new bulbs or something 'cause I looked crispy by the time night rolled around. I knew I wouldn't have enough confidence to deal with people looking like a fucking lobster so I went to the liquor store instead.

Then I get a text from an acquaintance of mine (some guy who takes me to nice restaurants and stuff in hopes that I'll fuck him, but I won't) about going to another club and eating sushi. For some reason I decided that would be better than staying in and drinking so I went. Not before downing two shots of vodka. The club was really nice but so so dead.

Had about 5 more shots and a large thing of sake. I got some dances, and then met a chick who used to work at my club and I guess we hit it off 'cause I noticed her number in my phone this morning.

I started to feel pretty bad so we left and I actually had to have my acquaintance pull over on the way home so I could puke. How classy.

I got home, puked some more and passed the fuck out. Then when I woke up this morning with super dehydration I realized I was out of powerade and had to make a trip to the gas station to get some.

I went shopping today and got my shoes for new year's eve. I LOVE them. They're are exactly what I pictured in my head and that hardly ever happens. They were only $50.00, too. Yay.

I'm working tomorrow night, so we'll see how that is.