Boozin & BBM'n

I had quite a bit to drink Friday night. My charge after ingesting all of this liquor was to make it to my friend Katie's apartment in Hoboken. This didn't seem like a difficult task at the time, until I realized the many obstacles this would entail. Besides being ridiculously shitfaced, the first one being finding my way to the PATH station, which ended with me getting on going in the wrong direction and trying to wrap my drunk brain around why I was at 33rd street instead of Hoboken. However the worst part by far, was trying to communicate with Katie and let her know my status and my ETA. I was so determined to prove to myself that I wasn't wasted, that it was taking literally all of the concentration I could muster to type in actual words to her and not accept any typos whatsoever.

Have you ever tried drunk texting? I don't mean like booty calling, I mean to communicate necessary information with someone while you are completely annihilated. I am a serious disaster when it comes to this. One night in Atlantic City after my friend Meredith and I bonded with the bathroom floor in the Borgata, I tried to text my friend Leah to tell her that we'd lost the keys to the rented house and find out where she was and when she was coming back. We really needed to know this. As you can imagine, it was pretty pertinent to the outcome of our evening... while we waited (and subsequently continued drinking) in a nearby dive bar. Basically my conversation with her looked like this... Ywr loshn ineys hybose, j vyne nsfh suub?? I really wish that I was kidding or even slightly exaggerating. There was definitely not one english word in what I sent her. When I saw our conversation the next morning, I couldn't believe it. Was I actually trying to make words or had I just sat on my phone keyboard??? I love drinking...