So formal was this weekend. I dressed in my neon, sequined, tribal patterned dress and proceeded to drink.
Finished a fifth, grabbed some tequila. Made it to formal.
Tore up the dance floor with my adorable date. Started to feel sick from all the movement. After a failed attempt to locate a bathroom, I ended up throwing up right as I walked in. Apparently some of that got on a sister. Go me.
They shipped me right back to the campus on the first bus home. I cried the whole way. Then jumped into the shower – dress and all.
Boyfriend joined me in the shower as I bawled my eyes out and questioned my life choices.
Recovered from the situation – just in time for him to also get sick. Man, we make a grand pair 😉
At least I got a good Instagram picture.