This weekend I learned the importance of watching your drink at the bar. Well, more the importance of not letting strange men buy you drinks and walking away before they’re made. And accepting the drink ten minutes later, without question. I’ve always been extremely careful about things like this, but the one time I didn’t really think about it was the one time I should have been more aware. Baaaad weekend. But thank GOD for certain people who are present in my life and don’t judge and go out of their way to help me [stay safe and alive, in this case] and care about me enough to take care of my pathetic extremely sick self the day after. Even with puke in my hair. It’s just scary to think about the possible consequences of these situations without said people around, and how the night could have turned out very differently had I been with a different group of people. Ehhhhh. Learning everyday.
