Well that was fun. I managed - somehow - to get lipstick all over this purple bathroom. I put it on, and then I leaned over with it in my hand. It smeared all over the walls. Some girls thought it was hilarious, so they started falling all over each other - and me - decorating the walls. I felt bad. Left a good tip.
Then I gave this girl a drink because I'd had too many but I ordered one anyway because that's what you do when you're wasted. She thought I was hitting on her. She was definitely into it.
Then I said a prayer to the porcelain gods. I remember now why I don't drink. It starts out all fun and lipstick painting and accidentally hitting on girls, but it ends in vomit. A lot of vomit. Like how-the-hell-could-all-of-this-possibly-fit-in-my-body-my-god-i-must-be-storing-it-in-my-extremities vomit.
Very sick today. Totally worth it, but I will never ever be doing that again. Maybe.
