Well, some won't consider drinking a leisure activity, so I'll go with hanging out with friends. I was horribly depressed and what a better way to deal with depression than to get shit face drunk, eh? So, I went to my friends house. I had already consumed 4 shots of Vodka before we began playing the drinking game of "Fubar".



I don't feel like getting into the rules, but I will say that we weren't even past that first ring and I had already had 10 shots of Vodka.
We never finished the game.
That girl you see there in the picture? He name is Cassie. She ended up breaking down crying around 2 or 3 in the morning. Harlea, her friend who was there, helped her out. I ended up staying awake till 5 am by her bedside making sure I was there if she needed anything.
I woke up at 6:38 am.
With only one hour of sleep under my belt and over 10 shots of Vodka in my system, I then proceeded to spend the next three hours rolling around on the ground, my hands clasped to my head as I groaned in the pain that was caused by the hideous hangover.
Although I had called 5 people and texted 3 people while I was drunk, one of which I drunkedly confessed my feelings to, that isn't the weird part.
What is the weird part is that I am the most capable and cognitive drunk you could come across.
I was the only one there, who had consumed the Vodka, that could still manage to explain scientific theories, give directions to locations, and think straight.
If that isn't weird enough, although I had consumed over 10 shots of Vodka, I remember every aspect of the night. Not a moment of it is left blank in my memory.