Eating dinner, then drinking six Coronas, half a bottle of Popov vodka, and lastly having two newcastles.
throwing up on my bedroom floor, rolling around in it, having my roommate threaten to call my family, try to clean it up with tissue and a sweatshirt, the boy she liked describing everything I ate for dinner as I threw up, blacking out and waking the next morning with a broken toe.
booze
