You know what that means.
Lots of freaking booze. And I do mean lots.
I have to go. So there is absolutely no possible way of me not going to this thing. Not even faking sick. I don't believe in faking sick because karma's a biotch. So I'm gunna pass on that.
I don't feel uncomfortable going.
But there is a part of me that wishes I could predrink with the boyfriend before the event. Have a fantastic time and be on our merry way to drink some more.
I had more fun nights then not.
But then the booze began taking centre stage and that's where it led to problems.
I don't HAVE to drink.
I just hope we don't stay there for hours on end.
2 hours is okay...three tops.
I used to be the last one leaving these things.
Mind you sometimes I wouldn't remember how I got to the house.
Thank God for my boyfriend.
Wish me luck.
Bri.
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