My head hurts really bad and I can feel bruises forming, and boy does my shoulder hurt and there's a big knick on my ankle. My husband has scratches literally all over his body and his hands hurt. We both work so we must get back to sleep. I get a warm Gatorade and puke another million times and end up sleeping for awhile with a bag of ice on my head.
Wake up again to take my husband to work cause we're very hung over and of course he missed the bus. I'm actually okay now, still very confused and my head still hurts to touch but I'm not throwing up anymore but I can't find my glasses anywhere.
I put in contacts. I can't find my keys anywhere.
We decide to just use my husbands, step outside the front door and there are some of my keys and a snapped-in-half bottle opener from my key chain. What the hell did we do we both asked each other. All we really remembered was the party where we drank beer steadily for four hours straight and guzzled two shots of Jameson and then was told it was over and we took a taxi home. Then we blacked out.
So here's how I think the story went that night based off what we heard from his coworkers and what we pieced together along the way:
We were waiting for the elevator when we were leaving but we were so drunk that we thought the elevator door was a good place to lean. So I fell into the elevator when it opened. I couldn't walk so my husband's helping me get to the taxi. Some coworkers were worried that the taxi would say we were too drunk but the driver said we were fine. I remember the driver distinctly because I kept talking about weed and how much I needed it and how amazing it was and I think my husband was shushing me because the driver kept laughing. We made it home and my husband somehow carries me or gets me up the stairs. I must have dropped my keys upon entering the house and we were drunk so we just slammed the door breaking the key chain in half and the keys flew everywhere. When we cleaned the house the next day we found the other half of my keys across from the door but inside the house.
Then we opened the remaining beer from our fridge and spilled it everywhere then we got hungry because the food was taken away very early at the party. We went scrummaging through our own freezer and ripped out the shelves because we obviously must have been using them to stand so when we fell the shelves ripped out and the berries flew to the other side of the room. After that incident I probably wanted to go to bed so my husband carried me into the bed where I must have kicked the door causing the hole *and* the knicks in my ankle. My husband must have then wanted to watch tv and couldn't find the remote so while trying to turn it on, he knocked it over. Or something like that. That's about all I know. It was a really great night. Next time I'm going to leave more clues for myself. :)
