I Have GOT to stop drinking so much...

Luckily, this doesn't really concern me. The title, I mean. I don't have a drinking problem. Not at all.

This past weekend, I had a blast. I'm talking football up to the ceiling, booze filled tailgates, and birthday parties. Drove to Michigan State for the football game. It was an absolute blast, except for the fact I was late for the GOOD part of tailgate. I didn't mind that so much, because after the game, I drove to Detroit to see my baby and celebrate her birthday. That proved to be less of a problem than I thought. See, I am a VERY paranoid driver. Ever since I flipped my car this past winter, I have been the worst driver on the road. Overly careful, driving slow in the pass lane, driving 5 miles below the speed limit, regardless of the weather. I have basically become everything I hate about drivers, all because of that tramatic experience.

What do I do to offset those bad feelings? Well, THIS time, I knocked down a pint of Jack Daniels! And it was good, too. So an hour passes, MSU pulls out a huge victory over Michigan, and I head to Detroit. I feel so much better driving now, that little bit helped take the edge off. I get to Detroit in record time, just in time for my lady friend to tell me she has to do homework and study and I should not distract her. HA! When I get there, everyone in the house is ready to party. Captain Morgan makes an appearance, the beer pong table is brought out, so the party has started.

Fast forward through shots, more shots, mixed drinks and birthday cake. The party is shutting down, sometime about 3 in the morning. A guest who was definitely staying the night is on the floor, passed out. You know I had to pick him up and put him on the couch. He's incoherent and as soon as I move from dumping him on the sofa, he begins to projectile vomit on himself. I immediately sober up and help take care of the poor guy. We clean the mess the best we could, or until I got fed up with it, and just left him to lie in his own mess. As I walk upstairs to go to sleep, this guy on the couch with the t-shirt stained in vomit whispers, "I have got to stop drinking so much."

You think?

Ah, yes. I am in college again. Lovely.