After a full day of tequila birthday drinking, my boyfriend had the unfortunate task of taking care of me. These were sentences I repeated all night:
“Where am I?”
“Where is my car?”
“Where are my pants?”
“Please give me water.”
“Why are you giving me water? I don’t want it.”
“I love you sooooo much.”
He bought me a quesadilla, but when he asked if he could
have a bite, I kicked it away from him every time he got close. I refused to walk in our apartment and
traveled from room to room sliding on my knees, giggling.
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