Ted's...the bane of my existence.

So, two nights ago we went to ted's. a normal, chill night right? nope, never is. we went at five. i didnt eat before we went.two telltale signs that the night is going to result in a horrific bender. let's backtrack first though...since i turned 21 teds has been my fav bar on campus. i have been going to huskies since freshman year, so over it already (except during nickel night...on thursdays its the place to be) and i dont know why but thirsty is not my fav. too big perhaps. but the appeal of teds is that it is just a little bar, with like 7 booths, and horrible tvs. and you just sit down, order pitchers, and play cards...and when you stand up to go to the bathroom you realize that you are actually wasted and the two drinks you intended to have turned into 10 including an irish car bomb or my personal favorite, the "hockey shot" (fucking kill me). Also i think i like going there because the cliental is just hilarious. i love carl,the 60+ year old man who shows up every night in a leather fedora and just gets completely wasted. my kind of guy. okay so anyways two nights ago ash's boyfriend matt came up and we decided to take him to teds on a self proclaimed "bender night". cool, i walk in, got completely blackout, biffed people i SHOULDNT be biffing, begged my friend andrew to show up and dont remember seeing him (sorry if you read this andrew i love youuu) umm and also dont remember durks getting pulled over on the way home. and my texts were ATROCIOUS, cool kelly, are you 5? texting boys "im alone and scared, aka im drunk and want to hook up" is not classy or attractive. can i grow up... please. ugh. i should have just texted matt the celeron maintenance man with a pony tail, who i apparently made such an impression on that he jacked my number from the celeron office and texted me to wish me a happy new year. WHAT IS MY LIFE