we went to BJ's tonight...yeah yeah make your jokes. i wanted a drink and i wanted the drink that dan got the last time he was down in tucson. i ordered the one i thought it was and turns out it wasn't it. instead i got the most evil rootbeer in the world and it tried to kill me.
after trying to down the drink so i didn't waste perfectly good alcohol i got wwwaayyyy buzzed and still am at this moment. typing this blog is actually quite fun. after i finished the drink i was ok for a couple minutes then i got so hot i thought i was on fire then i had this weird pain in left shoulder and i definitely thought i was going to die. then i felt like i coulnd't breathe and all i wanted to do is throw up. i started walking around outside the front of the restaurant and the cool night air seemed to help. on the way home i still wanted to die....turns out zac is really nice when i'm drunk and wanting to die. as soon as i got in the house i changed into my pj's, zac got me some water and instantly i felt way better.
so yeah it's all dan's fault.
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