Posted: Oct 27, 2003 4:16 am
So I went to the tacky Italian wedding of a high school friend yesterday. I got drunker than I've been in five years. I got hit on by a Russian bi-sexual lady. She said "I find you very attractive, I go both ways" and I was like "Um, I don't." The dad of the bride gave the shortest wedding speech I've ever heard. And also I puked.
Anyway, after the wedding, we (me, and my friends Jenny and Aaron) were going to stay at Jenny's mom's house. I was supposed to stay in her mom's room and Jenny and Aaron were going to sleep on the couch. I've known Jenny since kindergarten and she's always said that her house is haunted, mainly in the bedroom I was to stay in and the basement. So I stumble in there, all wasted, and the last thing I remember is wrestling with my dress in a drunken attempt to take it off. Then I wake up, sitting on the couch with Aaron standing over me saying "What happened? What happened? What happened?" I said "I don't know, I was asleep, what are you talking about." Then I don't remember anything else, til this morning, they told me that Aaron was watching tv and I was in the bedroom and the next thing he knew, he heard a huge crash and found me by the stairs to the basement. I guess I kept saying that I was scared and that I was trying to go down the spiral staircase. But they haven't had a spiral staircase in twenty years. And its a very small one level house, and Aaron was awake and didn't hear me stumble past. And he really would have. So, I think a ghost carried me from the bedroom to the basement to suck out my soul and then dropped me. My foot is FUCKED. I skinned the top of it like took a huge chunk out of it, and twisted my ankle and my foot was so swollen that it was double the size of my other one. the end.