last saturday night i went out with lindsey and her man (she's actually still dating one of the two guys we met on new year's eve) to a bar where they were friends with the owner. it was the bar's 4th year anniversary. and by this, i mean that we were forced into shot after shot by the bar's owner. and these were not prissy shots either people. we're talking straight liquor. but NO, he couldn't be consistent. he had to start with vodka, then to something prissy, then to soco and lime. uuuuuggggghhhh....
and i barely remember stopping by a taco truck on the way home and drunkenly slapping a bunch of the "green salsa" on it without bothering to find out what it was. it turns out the "green salsa" was a bit on the hot side (an understatement). so as my lips and tongue feel as though they're going to jump off my face i can't stop eating the tacos because i'm wasted and need something in my stomach. ugh.
and so the next day i had a massive headache.
and the day after i still had it.
and even today, i'm still popping aleve to no avail.
i'm never doing another shot again.