Sunday, May 2, 2010

Tequila Nights

This is the most pain I've ever been in. First things first, LOOK at my face:

Now I know what you're thinking. Who whooped your ass?? Smh. I wish these were battle wounds. Instead it is the after affects of a crazy night. Let's start from the beginning.

My daddy LOVES to throw a party. Every weekend his friends come over with their family & we barbecue, make drinks, & have a great time. I usually don't drink much. Not this time. It was a fight party. I was bored & needed to occupy my time before the food was done. Of course my drink of choice is tequila. Straight shots. I did eight of those in a row. I was already feeling a bit drunk by shot number three. I hadn't eaten a thing ALL day =/ and was really waiting on the turkey leg my step mother had on the pit. 
Soon after I was done with the shots of tequila, my older cousin came with some Pink Panties. If you've never had one of these, you're missing out. We even put a little whipped cream on top. It was delicious. Now I don't remember much after this point so I'll tell you the stories I've heard of what happened next.

According to the little kids, I was chasing them around the tree trying to get the basketball from them when I fell and hit my head on something. Jalen said I hit my head on a log. I do vaguely remember getting up (some minutes later I might add) with a bit of dirty in my mouth and a cut above my lip. I then remember my daddy asking me if I wanted to go to the hospital while telling everyone to quit teasing me. I then fell asleep on the floor where I threw up twice. I prayed to God the whole time I was laying on that cold floor to help me because I thought I was dying. When I woke up, my face was sore as fuck. I thought I just slept on it bad since it was just one side. I go to the restroom and potty. As I am washing my hands I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. OMG. WTF is that on my face? What happened? 



I started to cry. As I tried to wash my face, the pain hit me. I couldn't even look in the mirror anymore =/. Being the vain person that I am I immediately began to think of how ugly my face is gonna look all scarred up. I didn't care that I could have killed myself or that I may have had a mild concussion. NO. All I was concerned about was my damn scarred and bruised face and how much makeup I was going to have to wear to cover it up.
I look like someone whooped my ass OR I got into a pretty bad car accident & hit my head on the windshield. Oh I got my ass beat alright-- by a damn tree log.
I'm in so much pain. I don't even know where to start. Anyways, enjoy the pics. I probably won't ever drink again (at least not on an empty stomach.. or chase kids while im drunk).






3 comments:

iDream said...

Damn! well at least your hair looks like it was cute.

Yakitori said...

I screwed myself up pretty bad the first time got alcohol poisoning too. When I drink, it may not be able to hit as hard which I don't like, but I NEVER drink on an empty stomach anymore. I want my guts inside and my body bruise free and my memory intact. I feel ya. :(

Bee Michelle said...

Lol.. it wasn't really THAT cute. That's how the front looks all the time when I first wake up. But thanks girl.

Yeah, I've been on this diet so if there isn't anything Healthy around I don't eat... Or I kinda forget to eat. *sigh* I never drink on an empty stomach though. This was the LAST time I promise. No more starving myself.