Random Story Time #2

Two posts in one day!  It's obviously summertime.

Early today I wrote about my car accident, and mentioned this particular story: 

My last drunken night in my hometown.  So, here goes!

Before wrecking the Neon, I had signed up to work at the dance recital in town.  (I worked for a family-owned florist and jewelry shop and they were handing out flowers in the lobby at the recital.  Do all recitals do this?  Or just in our small town...hmm?!?)
Anyhow...

After the recital, I was to meet up with my BFF Joni at Matt's house.  (Matt and I had dated during my senior year of college.  But decided since I was moving soon and our colleges were hours apart, anything serious was pointless.)  So there was supposed to be a big field party at Matt's house.  We had all graduated and were finally home at the same time.  Since it was a rainy night, Joni and I had on American Eagle T-Shirts and jeans.  (I remember there being a big debate over this.  And if you know Joni, you know why.  The t-shirt I settled on said "Tease."  Classy.)  We decided to buy cherry vodka and coke.  Cherry coke!  Great idea!  Um, negative.

I don't remember much, folks.  I remember sitting on the front steps of Matt's house making drinks with his mom.  I remember my brother showing up to the party.  I remember crying.  A lot.  I remember yelling, "I don't want to leave!  I don't want to move!  I don't want to leave my friends."  I remember being pulled into the bathroom to puke.  I remember a girl from high school saying, "I can't believe that's the same Jenny.  She doesn't drink."  I remember waking up in Matt's parents' bed (by myself, I should add.  Their bedroom was the only one downstairs.  Obviously, climbing stairs was not an option.)  I remember waking up later in Matt's lap while he was watching TV.  When I asked where Joni was, he informed me that the party was over and to just go back to sleep.  Gladly. 

A few weeks ago at our high school reunion, several people mentioned this unfortunate experience.  I didn't do anything bad that night.  I just provided humor to the party, apparently.  Everybody said that felt sorry for me because I kept saying that I didn't want to move.  And the high school girl that couldn't believe I was drinking then, still couldn't believe I was drinking at the reunion.  (Come on, people.  You knew me in HIGH SCHOOL.  Of course I didn't drink then!)

So that's my second random story of the day.  A little insight into my craziness.  And to my pre-baby days.  Not that I was a huge partier.  But, I did go to college and I did like to have fun.  However, those days are looong behind me.  I have babies that wake up at 7 in the freakin' morning!