Now beefy.

It was our formal/prom. We got a cab to the afterparty with another mate, got there ages before anyone else, they must have all gone to get the alcohol.

We sat there, drinking lemonade, playing a game made up by another school guy a few years beforehand, with these mini cards beefy had the great idea to bring.

They both were in suits, I was smart and brought a change of clothes.

The making out was funny, as was our vice school captain, who is a very christian girl, hitting the wine bottles.

You didnt drink alone, our boarder friend just got you drinking, you were fine, then it was about 1:30 or so, and you hit the vodka. How much did you have again?

It was funny in the cab home. I couldn't leave you there, with nowhere to go. Took a cab back to my place, everything alternated between really fast and really slow for you. You didnt throw up at all! Then we got back, and you didnt want to sleep, so we sat in the kitchen, and i played Vanilla Ice on my laptop, and the presets.
Then you wanted to know who I liked...I forget who you liked...
I went upstairs to get your bed ready, and as I went up, I said I was surprised you hadn't vomited, and as I walked, sure enough, it came out.

You were fine though!

We woke up and cooked lunch. Damn fine lunch it was.


And that was the story of beefy being drunk.

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