Maria's Random Rants

I just can’t kick ’em back like I used to. I remember when it was nothing for me to drink eight screwdrivers and still walk in a straight line, kind of. Last night I drank six and I don’t remember anything past that. I woke up wearing the same top from last night but my jeans were all the way under the bed, I broke one of my favorite pairs of earrings, lost my make up bag, have no idea where I put my contacts, realized I had been drunk texting my brother back in Texas things that did not make any kind of sense, and even after taking 800 miligrams of Advil I’m still nursing the worst hangover.