Bludgeoned

"No matter how bad life is, at least I'm not bludgeoned."
Chrissy and I thought this was pretty damn funny.
Last night was kinda crazy. I actually went out (which doesn't happen too often), and I must admit I had a really great time. Chrissy came over and we had a few beers, then we went to The Mack and drank some more while we waited for Sandra and the rest of the bachelorette party to show up. Most of the night is a complete blur, but I do recall bits and pieces. This guy named Vince, who I kept calling Eric for some reason, turned out to be really cool, and is the sole reason I made it home in one piece! He was very sweet and drove me home at what turned out to be 5:30 this morning. Oh, and for some reason he kept smelling my finger because it smelled like garlic, but I still can't figure out why because I haven't touched garlic or anything containing garlic, so I don't know. Anyway, I remember getting kicked out of The Mack at closing time, which should have been my clue to go home and get some sleep, but instead we (Chrissy, me, Vince, and his buddies) went to Barney's. We started talking to this chick who was sweet and funny as hell. She and I had a pretty good time. So then I realize that Chrissy is gone. I'm sure she offered to drive me home since she was my ride, but I don't remember that at all. Next thing I know it's like 3 and we get kicked out of Barney's so we go to...Vince's house? (I think) and I almost had to get in a fight with some girl who was a total bitch. Oh well. It was a good time. Except now I'm exhausted and completely hungover, so that sucks. No more drinking for Katie for at least a month. One too many tequila shots I think. But a fun time nonetheless. I needed to let loose a little bit.