Karsen is a HOT MESS.

I'm not a big drinker.  I mean, don't get me wrong, I can throw them back when I'm out dancing after I've eaten... but I'd much rather smoke a bowl.  It also helps with the eating aspect of things.

 

I forgot to eat.  And, because Ali doesn't smoke and since I had time between work and the game, I smoked.
And then I started drinking. 

Ali and I met in Old Town and trolley'd it up to the stadium.  It was a warm day, and the beer (and margaritas!) were cold. 

After the game (Padres won!) we decided we weren't done and headed to the bar by his house. 
I proceeded to beat him in 4 out of 5 games of darts.  Which means I also had 5 whiskey and cokes.  And I still hadn't eaten. 

By the end of five rounds I was seeing doubles (coincidentally, that's how we were ordering the whiskey) and we went back to his house.  Where I got ridiculously stoned with his roommates.

And as we sat there, twenty minutes later, watching Sports Center I realized the three worst things ever: 
I was going to be sick.  I was stuck where I was.  I had to work in the morning. 

I looked Ali in the eye and said, "I'm not ok.  I'm gonna step outside."
And I pulled myself up, off the table, stumbled outside, and collapsed at the edge of his driveway.
Where I sat, puking for two hours. 
During which his (only) female roommate came home.

 

When I finally found enough energy to walk back inside, I went straight to bed. His bed.
And passed the fuck out. 

He was a really good sport about everything... and totally took care of me. 
And even talked to me the next day...even though I was THAT girl.