Suitcases.

Sorry I haven't blogged in a while... just been a little crazy! So, the man is not leaving tomorrow...no suitcases are being packed just yet...it's been postponed for a month so I can sweep it under the carpet until then.

Speaking of suitcases...
I went to the Sinful and Affliction Launch at Movida on Saturday evening. It was amazing and I had the biggest party ever. I have not danced that much, laughed that much and DRANK that much in a very long time. I got paraletic. It's not something I'm proud of, sure...but damn -I got rat faced.
I didn't realise how drunk I actually was until it was time to go home. We went to the coat counter and I suddenly realised that I couldn't stand straight or on my own. By the time we got home, the bumpy road had obviously really shaken the alcohol around. I couldn't get out of the car. I was slurring and my man had to steer me into the house, up the stairs towards the bathroom. I remember sitting on the loo and the next time I remember my man was scooping me off the bedroom floor and putting me to bed. I obviously got half way to my bed and passed out.
Fuck.

I. WILL. NEVER. EVER. DRINK. ANOTHER. SUITCASE. SHOOTER. AGAIN.
EVER.
SERIOUSLY.
NEVER. AGAIN.
I. AM. SERIOUS.

Sunday was marvelous. I don't think I have ever experienced a hangover like I did on Sunday. I wanted to die.
I felt like I had grown two heads and had been gobbling sand.

I went to my man's car in the afternoon to get my shoes. It looked as if it had snowed in his car. There was popcorn all over the passenger seat and floor.
Apparently they had a huge popcorn machine at the coat counter and I ordered some. Apparently.
Evidently.