Drinking = Trouble

Or should I say Drinking = Tears. Because that's what happened to me as my night took a nosedive. As the beer pong ended, I was officially a mess. And then came the tears. I have no memory of what I was saying and I told Fred not to tell me. I do remember what I was crying hysterically about in the car, so I think everything was along those lines. I just kept telling Fred, "I'm sorry that my babies can't live" or something along those lines.

I'm super fun at parties.