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).


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.