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What a whirlwind.
The fashion show went great, really really great! The models all looked amazing and the clothes looked so whimsical. There was supposed to be an after-party at the club, but things went a bit awry. So, we went to a friend’s instead. We ate, we drank, and we had fun (some more than others).
And then I woke up in a hospital bed. I was hysterical, but the residence hall staffer there with me tried to keep me sane. I had drank way too much (I knew it was a bad idea to drink on an empty stomach after a long day). Apparently, I’d made it right to my apartment door before it all hit me. I was transported by an ambulance and told I’d have to wait for my mother to pick me up.
I was so scared, and embarrassed. I didn’t and still don’t remember anything between leaving my friend’s house and waking up in that hospital bed. I had no idea how I’d even gotten back to my apartment, and much less how the cops had found me. None of my friends even knew that I’d been transported, until I called one friend and told her (big fucking mistake).
Although I’m glad I only had alcohol poisoning, I wish I had just gone to bed after the show like I’d said I would. Still, I’m beyond grateful that they’ve allowed me to retain my housing (even if I am on probation) and that no police charges have been presented, yet.
I’m done binge-drinking, and definitely kissing hard liquor good-bye.
And, I most likely won’t reach for a glass of wine anytime soon.
