Crazy night.

So, I woke up this morning multiple times. I woke up the first time in the middle of the night to go pee. I woke up another time to take a drunken shit, and then I woke up for good, because Mariana called me.

**Brace yourself. This is going to be a LONG blog.

So, last night I went to Tamara's party. It was pretty fun. So before, I texted practically everyone on my contact list (except my mama, and other people who didn't need to know). When that was done, I went to go take a shower, and as I was showering, my friend, Lindsey called me. So, I literally got out of the shower and answered my phone. And she was all "who's party is it?" and "Oh, Derek's sister? Is Derek going to be there? Oh, is it going to be fun?" Which I answered with: "Yeah, it's going poppin': I'm going to be there!" *Notice the colon.

So, when I got out of the shower, Mariana called me and said she was on her way to pick me up. So, I had to go in like turbo changing mode. Haha, it was epic. So, Mariana got here and all I had to do was put on my shoes and figure out a way to get some "stuff" out of my garage and into Mariana's car. It was funny. So, we were in my garage while my mom was in the kitchen and would clearly see if we were to walk through the house and out the door with her handle of Smirnoff. So, I tried putting it in my pocket, then under my sweater, and then in my hood. It wouldn't suffice. So, I devised a plan to leave my phone in the garage and as we would leave I would say: "Oh, where's my phone?" Mariana would say: "Oh you probably left it in the garage." Then, I would say: "Oh...I'll just meet you in the car." This worked perfectly. So, when I went into the garage, I quickly opened the garage door, grabbed my phone and the Smirnoff and closed the garage door and jumped over the sensor before it closed. Skillllz! :)

So, we were figuring out where to put the Smirnoff. Because, we couldn't leave it in Mariana's Aunt's car. So, we left it off at Tamara's house. So, we went to Mariana's house and then Johno picked us up. Then, we went to Tamara's. We got there a bit early to help her set up for the party. "Setting-up" meant taking a taking a few shots while we walk around and wait. Haha.

So, the party got pretty poppin', and I remember having fun, and then the next thing I remember is going into the bathroom and seeing like one of my best friends heaving over the toilet. So, I immediately go and comfort her and rub her back, despite my level of drunkeness. I sweat I (& Emily) might've been in the bathroom forever, no exaggeration. However, I would sporadically leave to get water, fresh air, and see how the party's going--because being in that bathroom with my friend throwing up, made me want to throw up, and that just would've not helped at all.

So, when I left and came back for like the 3rd time, my friend was moved to a bedroom with a bowl, and Emili was still there and my friend, Lyndo was there, too--helping. It made me feel happy because, Lyndo and my sick friend use to not get along AT ALL. BUT, Lyndo was now helping and it just made me happy seeing them like that, because Lyndo and I used to be really good friends, too.

My friend's curfew was 11 and when she was dry heaving in the bathroom, it was running about 12ish. So, we asked my friend Johno to give her a ride home. Nonetheless, we got her home and now she's safe and well.

When, I got back to the party, there was actually a lot of people. And a lot of drama. And a lot of new faces, and a lot of people I met, and a lot of people I've met before, and a lot of people I don't remember.

Well, I got home at around 130. And my mom said: "Adrian's it's one-thirty." I said, "I know. I'm sorry." I tripped a little, but since I'm naturally clumsy, my mom didn't suspect I don't think so. And as she grilled be a little, I just kept saying: "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. sad face." then, shivered. Then, I walked upstairs.