Always Anna

I was, in fact, dead. Why, you ask? I blame it on Ali & Celeste for having a “Foam Party,” AlexisT for leading the tsunami forces of alcohol, my PC boys for making me think I was still in college, AekiTuesday for being a bad influence, and the PostShow boys for encouraging my ridiculousness.

I’m not sure how it happened - I didn’t even start drinking until 9:07, when the first fabulous guest arrived. See, I’m a responsible drinker! I know I have a low tolerance, so I held off on drinking until another person got there! And I swear I didn’t have that many drinks - I only remember making, like, six! Of course, the key word in there is “remember.”

For only the second time in my entire drinking career, I blacked out. I’m not sure what to make of that, but it’s certainly not my fault! Of course, I’m not really sure who to blame it on…. But I somehow ended the night like this:

Actually, that’s not accurate. I ended the night praying to the porcelain gods on Ali’s bathroom floor. Twice. And then twice more in the morning, before having to book it to Port Authority to get back to Boston before the Super Bowl. Which I was unable to drink during, thanks to the fun fact that the smell of alcohol kept threatening to send me back to the bathroom to boot some more.

New York. How you kill all my brain cells.