The phrase “the morning after” means different things to different people. Sometimes it contains a brief walk or drive of shame, sometimes it contains an emergency contraceptive and a promise to never do that to yourself again, sometimes all it is, is another morning waking up next to the love of your life after a night spent expressing that love to each other, but other times it is not so easy to just brush off the morning after…or the night before. After one drunken night with the girls my morning after turned into a week, then a month, of pain and privacy invasion - but let me start from the beginning.
It was a much-needed girls night, one that started just like every other girls night we’d ever had. We did some drinking and sat around the …show more content…
It had been weeks since I’d gotten to spend time with these girls and I was dead set on having a good time. One glass into the 100 proof shit I’d been drinking and I was already having a little too much fun. So what did I do? I drank some more, duh. A shit ton more actually. To the point that I was unable to sit up or even keep my eyes open and had invited the neighbor boy to come hang with us. Needless to say, I was gone and there was no coming back from the blacked out state I was about to find myself in. Three drinks in and I was done. I threw up everything and then laid on my friend 's front porch for an hour. This is where things started to get a little blurred. After throwing up I was feeling so much better and my friend went inside her house to get me something to drink (non-alcoholic of course) , that is when the neighbor boy came over to me with his pipe of who knows what and told me to hit it and it would make my nausea go
It was a much-needed girls night, one that started just like every other girls night we’d ever had. We did some drinking and sat around the …show more content…
It had been weeks since I’d gotten to spend time with these girls and I was dead set on having a good time. One glass into the 100 proof shit I’d been drinking and I was already having a little too much fun. So what did I do? I drank some more, duh. A shit ton more actually. To the point that I was unable to sit up or even keep my eyes open and had invited the neighbor boy to come hang with us. Needless to say, I was gone and there was no coming back from the blacked out state I was about to find myself in. Three drinks in and I was done. I threw up everything and then laid on my friend 's front porch for an hour. This is where things started to get a little blurred. After throwing up I was feeling so much better and my friend went inside her house to get me something to drink (non-alcoholic of course) , that is when the neighbor boy came over to me with his pipe of who knows what and told me to hit it and it would make my nausea go