agreeing on going to my friend's bf's house to drink and 5th wheel with two couples...
the next morning the girls left and me, having not eaten anything since the morning before, only having my stomach lining and blood to vomit up for EIGHT HOURS, unable to move except to run to the bathroom, getting completely judged by this guys mum and no one offering to help me. just the occasional "are you ok?" "I'M FUCKING DYING!" "oh. uum maybe try and sleep?"
eight hours of how i met your mother at a volume that prevented me from sleeping was more important apparently...
BONUS RESULT: mum wouldn't pick me up because the suburb was far away and i needed to "learn my lesson"
yeah well you learned the shit out of that lesson
