i am definitely not 19 anymore

so last night was krystal's birthday. and the plan was to go see joe and evan do comedy, we'd have one drink, and then she'd go have dinner with her bf, and the rest of us would go home, it being a school night and all. that wasn't exactly the way it worked out. so we did go see comedy: gin and tonic count- 2. then her bf is running late, so the 4 of us decide to go have one more drink, i mean we are in the east village, and it is krystal's birthday! and the italian calls, oh boy, tells me we should def do dinner saturday. christ, i think i said yes. gin and tonic count- 4, food since lunch- 0. dinner plans are scratched when more friends show up. by 11pm: gin and tonic count- 6; tequila count-1. i spill to my friends that i'm contemplating "dinner" with the italian on saturday. they all seem supportive...? wtf? do i need new friends or just to drink less on thurdays? i think the latter. so krystal's bf is driving us home (sober no worries) and he has to make a pit stop in harlem, yeah! WTF! no fucking pit stop! and krystal is so drunk she pukes in the car!! hilarious! i'm dying laughing in the back seat. i finally get home at 2am, thinking, fuck me. i have to work in the morning, wait, in 6 hours. god.

i am definitely not 19 anymore.