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People were puking.
Three shot glasses shattered on the floor.
I danced to "Get Low" and "I Put On".
I sat with Brandon in my lap for an hour because he felt sick, and rubbed his back.
Brittany and I had a moment when I said, "I thought you hated me!" and she said, "I thought you hated me!"
Tyler asked me if I wanted some vodka and Brandon roared out of his chair and tackled him off of an ottoman saying, "She doesn’t drink vodka, you ASSHOLE!" until I peeled him off of him and made him sit down and be quiet.
I said, "Don’t fight for my honor; I can take care of myself. Sit down and shut up."
Steve asked, "Wanna do a Jaeger Bomb with me?"
And then he put on a sombrero.
Two girls kept trying to kick each other’s asses and then started making out…several times.
Jennie pulled me aside and we cried together once she told me something.
I led Brandon to the bathroom and cried outside the door because I thought Jennie was mad at me.
Steve passed out sitting up in a chair.
I saw more thongs than I own…against my will.
I was told to not "go upstairs and be a cockblock" because people were "getting it on."
Jon picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and dumped me on Brandon’s lap.
I played Beer Pong with UV Blue.
Brandon tried to cut me off but I was fine, so I jumped out of his grasp.
Five people had to take care of Tyler because he was puking…everywhere…for three hours.
Seven people told me that Brandon missed me horribly before I got there.
At one point, Jon told Brandon that I was upstairs making out with someone even though I wasn’t.
I sat on the couch and Brandon held me while I threw up into a bucket.
As soon as the world stopped spinning enough, I laid my head down and focused on the lamp.
And then I was shivering, shivering, shivering.
Brandon ran out into the pouring rain to the car and got his suitcoat for me and I finally fell asleep.
STOP.

amanda.