I soon realize I had passed out with half of the clothes I wore out on, and half pajamas; looks like I gave up half way through. My computer is still playing music from when I was probably waiting for the pizza to come? My room is a complete mess. Clothes, shoes, food, and various unrecognizable shit litters my floor. I also find a post-it from my drunk alter ego. You see, sometimes "Drunk Katy" tries to help out "Sober Katy" by leaving messages or signs to help me remember the previous night. This one has been left unfinished and only says "you need". I need what?? Dignity? Morals? Water? hmmm. I head to the bathroom and I am pleasantly surprised to find that I had taken my contacts out AND taken my makeup off! Winning!!
It's still too early to be alive, and I was still kind of drunk so I finished putting sweats on and headed back to my bed, intent on getting some rest so I could go for a run later. A few hours later, I wake up for the second time. My head is pounding and the sun is a little too bright for my liking. Surprisingly enough, running is one of my go-to cures for a hangover. The hardest part is getting up and doing it, once I'm out there I'm usually good to go. However, let's be realistic, there have definitely been a few times I thought I was good to go only to find myself dry heaving on the side of the road, in the middle of campus, during a campus tour. Fortunately, today was not one of those days. Before I could think about how much I did not want to get up to run, I just did it without thinking. I am definitely a morning work outer. I need to get up and do it right away or I won't at all. Although, don't get me wrong you definitely could find me at our 24 hr gym in college at 3am after studying all night. Gotta love adderall.
Speaking of adderall, I really miss my narcoleptic best friend. She would give that shit out like candy and we would spend nights together in the library studying and fucking around. The last time I saw her we were in the middle of Chicago dancing with a homeless dude. I was supposed to visit her there in February since we're both single and definitely wouldn't have a Valentine's date. Hopefully, we can get together soon. She is one of my most favorite people and I'm still sure that one day soon we will just quit our jobs and move to California together.
This is us in Barcelona. Typical.
That particular night we stayed at the club until our 730am flight.
This was in our Antwerp, Belgium home. We were psyched to go out because we had found an iron in our apartment to straighten our hair.
Ok. So back to the whole running thing. I drank a lot last night. Not just in volume, but in variety. First I was bored in my apartment waiting for the cab, so decided to take three shots of vodka - alone. When I arrived at my friend Julia's we finished a bottle of wine and took a few good luck shots. At Clery's I started with beer (bev of choice). My friend Julia and I very quickly proceeded to order tequila shots. I had more shots later, and a lot of beers. Best part? I checked my bank account this morning and I only spent money on the cab to Julia's. Word.
I got sidetracked by alcohol and forgot to talk about my run. It was seven miles and I felt much better afterwards. :)
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