Audrey’s birthday last night was a mess.
Tomek and I arrived at the appartment with vibrant orange hair (which we dyed for Audrey’s birthday) and we all preceded to drink and drink and drink. I ended up splitting a 750 of gin with Jamie. We stumbled our way to Pier 21, where I bought two pitchers of beer for Jamie, Darren and I. Then sent Jamie for another. Then sent Darren for another. My memory ends here. I ended up getting completely fucked and had to be carried out by Jamie. I had a breakdown on the way back and cried the whole way (while trying to run away). And at some point, Jamie also had his pants down on Dalhousie.
This morning I woke up (my hands covered in nail polish for some reason), and proceeded to throw up twice.
Another successful Audrey Hayes birthday.
