there are no words. there are pictures. but they are out of focus and still on my camera.
What was supposed to be a chill evening with a few friends, angel food cake and ice cream cake to celebrate my birthday turned into 2 bottles of red, 2 bottles of white and 6 bottles of champagne and 1 shot of moonshine for 7 people.
i probably drank at least two bottles of champagne by myself and that shot of moonshine was for me.
I remember most of the evening until I downed the moonshine. after that, it’s all a blur.
I do remember snippets – “the moonshine got to her”; Bunty holding back my hair while I puked [yeah…awesome right?] and being put to bed by Jods.
Seriously. I blame it on the moonshine.
FilmGuy got back last night and inquired if I had done anything at my birthday celebrations he should be aware of. I said I puked…and as far as I’m aware I didn’t leave the house…although I may have made out with Esss or just hung on to her for dear life – the picture is blurry.
Either way. I blame the moonshine.
Of course this inquiry is a result of the dream he had where we weren’t together anymore and apparently he saw me kissing another guy and he didn’t like that feeling and I should apologize for my indiscretion in his dream.