I Looked so Pretty!

Alright, well let's tell this little story from my point of view:

I look hot. That's all there is to it. I've got a little black dress on, some boots, my hair is less than perfect, but I think it adds to the sense of hotness that is oozing out of me. I don't normally look this good going out, as I'm not a fan of random boys thinking they can grab on me in clubs. But, tonight, I know I'm going out with cute boys and am dressed to impress.

It's a friends birthday and he wants to go out dancing at a club to celebrate. One of our friends got us a deal that if we got there before 11:30 we got in free and got 5 free drink tickets. We get there, down a few drinks as fast as possible because our free drink deadline is fast approaching. I plan on only buying one other drink for the night, because last weekend got a little crazy, and, drinks are not cheap.

Anyway, we dance, we laugh, I buy a round of shots, and stick my card and money back in my boots, because logically, it seems impossible to loose anything out of your boots. A friend buys a table, so we sit down and gradually watch this one girl get absolutely trashed, and get real mean.

Being the nice girl that I am, I try to get her to calm down and drink water. I'm petting her head, telling her to just breath, that it's all going to be OK. I remember talking to my friends and her, and asking her how she was feeling.

Then, I'm in the bathroom. Cursing and ripping my clothes off. And, then I realize, I have no freaking clue how I got there, all I know is that I'm really upset about something... and.. really wet... I look down at my dress and see vomit residue.

From my friends point of view: I'm giving this girl water, calming her down, she starts spitting and I tell her "don't you dare puke on me" and then she did, then I turned white, put my hands up, started breathing really slow and steady, and didn't move, until they poured water on me, and I bolted up and ran to the restroom.

Back to me though. Amid the ripping of my tights off, I look down and see my cash, and my ID, but my debit card is gone. GONE. I ask the stalls around me, but they haven't seen it. BULLSHIT. Well, then I LOOSE IT. I'm soaked down to my underwear, I lost my debit card (again) and I keep muttering, "I didn't even know her! AND I actually looked pretty tonight! I looked pretty! Now I smell like partially digested vodka!"

It was a bad night. But, I did learn that during situations that I find traumatic, I black out. I guess it's easier to deal with it if you just go away. I hope nothing truly traumatic happens :)