I pregamed all the way to the hookah bar, threw up once we got there, and told my best friend that she was a terrible person. I'll never forgive myself for that.

I can't remember. I get very snappy though.

I'm actually a really nice drunk. Like I'm meaner when I'm sober.

The only bad thing I remember is trashing this dump of a hotel room. That place was horrible. There was a room next to ours that was left open that had blood all over the carpet.

Never even got a bill for messing up the room, I assume it was tame considering the apparent murder next door.