'Shindig'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
GC, remember you're not alone. And you're doing the right thing.
You're gonna get through this, and you're going to feel like shit in the morning, and you'll kick yourself good, but it's going to be okay in the end. And we've all been there - this is a fuck-up, not a character failure.
GC, babe, I don't have any more advice than has already been given, but I'm more than happy to sit with you and stroke your hair and tell you that you're more than okay until you're home with a big glass of water. We've all been there, for reals.
I once got so drunk that I threw up in a park bathroom, collapsed to the floor, and couldn't get up. I'd snuck off from my friends when I started feeling sick, so I was all alone. I thought I was going to die there. It was one of the scariest moments of my life.
(Not for nothing but I fucking love this modern world where we can be scared and feeling alone on a dark side street and still reach out and let people know and hopefully not feel so awful and alone. I mean, it won't get you home (until MM finishes the transporter) but it's something.)
We just wanted to represent. Didn't mean to get so drunk :(
I'm going to feel really silly (again) if mine is the only drunk and stupid story.
Dude. Where's that fcucking transporter! Somebody wake Joe up!
You guys are totally helping - even tho I'm still bawling.
The representing is the FAR greater point here, sister. You can flick the getting drunk part off like a bug in the morning... well, evening, maybe... I promise you.
drunk at my own wedding! Hello! The next thing I remember after the shot of Jack was my dear friend Heather trying to peel off my dress in my bathroom at home while I sobbed, "I'm so sorry!"