Ouch Liver You Hurt

Another year comes another year goes... Memorial Day Weekend at the Irish Festival in East Durham should come with a warning label. I have bruises, burns (what?) and freckles all over the place.

Saturday morning into the night back into the morning I took it upon myself to well drink like it was 2003... yes that is correct the year I turned 21. Started the early afternoon off right with about 6-7 beers nothing crazy... moved over to the festivals where 24oz Guinness were just not an option and can you believe the lady from the beer tent remembers me every year?! It is crazy... not only that she remembers me but that she still hooks me up by charging me the price of the 12oz beer. It pays to be a red head. Post festival it gets a little blurry... I mean I think I ate some food, consumed some more beers and probs started looking lot a hot mess. When I accidentally poured red wine down my dress I was still in the state of mine to realize I needed to change into someone else before heading out... but not in the state of mine to realize what I was changing into I wore the night before... shocking. Whatevs that dress is hot.

At the bar circa 11pm I had my first blackout. I know i ordered an RBV and that I was dancing with this short dude who kept buying me RBVs but I don't remember much else. Cut to I'm doing shots of Jameo with Curly's sister and boom here comes my second black out. I know I smoked a lot of cigs but they must not have been mine because my pack was unopened in the morning.. oh yea the morning when I woke up in some hotel room in a bed with a room full of people I don't really know.

Moral of the story... trying to beat a hangover in 90 degree weather in a tent totally effin blows.

Cheers to being Irish.

~Irish