- Do I even want to open my eyes right now?
- Hallelujah I woke up in a familiar setting.
- Oh no, I don’t remember how I left last night.
- What’s the last part of the night I remember?
- WATERRRRRR.
- Welp. Should probably check my texts to see what damage was done.
- Only one drunken text trying to find the squad. Blessed.
- Six outgoing calls. Great.
- A 15-minute call?!?!?!
- Maybe Snapchat can help me piece together what I don’t remember.
- SO. MANY. SELFIES.
- Who even is that?
- *remembers drunken conversation* Yup. I’m the worst.
- Maybe just maybe they won’t remember our talk.
- Was I the drunkest person out?
- No, I’m sure everyone was just as drunk as I was.
- RIGHT?!?!
- Aaaand I’m still drunk.
- Okay. Where’s my purse?
- ID? Check.
- Credit card? Check.
- How did this even happen?
- I only had like, three shots.
- And maybe one mixed drink.
- Oh wait. Nope. Forgot about those shots.
- Is this what death feels like?
- I’m never drinking again.
- At least I didn’t puke.
- Did I puke last night?
- What time is it?
- This taste in my mouth. Good God.
- I need brunch and I need it now..
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