Blacking out last night turns out to me more of a defense mechanism than I thought. The whole morning I was racking my brain trying to figure out what dumb-ass deed I had committed outside the Black Sheep with Sarah, when someone actually told me. I wish he hadn't. The guys I had been drinking with earlier were on their way out of the bar when they saw it. She. PUKED. in. my. mouth! Which apparently caused me and several others to reciprocate. Just thinking about it makes my stomach turn. I don't think it will happen again, she was so embarrassed she left the hostel the next morning.



I'd say I won't drink again so things like this can't happen anymore, but I know it's a lie. What else have I got to do?



Cheers,


Sed