I'll keep this story rather short...hopefully. This was one of the drunkest nights of my life. I was home from college for Easter. It was Friday and I was travelling 3 hours out to East Texas with my parents the next morning to see my grandparents. So with that in mind, me and Nik decided to make the drive out to a club in Dallas along with the skeezy he was dating at the time. On the way out there, me and Nik were knocking back some rum and cokes that we had mixed. I had a couple of those on the way to the club. Once at the club, I knocked back 4 Long Island Ice Tea's. ... That's it. That's where my memory of the night's events ends. So the rest of the story, I will have to tell you from 3rd party perspective as it was relayed to me. Towards the end of the night, Nik and his girl had lost me and couldn't find me in the club. When they finally did locate me, it was in the grip of a rather large bouncer who was kindly escorting me to the door for God knows what. At first I was giong along with it, but then I apparently had a change of heart and decided I wished to stay. Unfortunately the two bouncers disagreed. There must have been some sort of scuffle and Nik could probably tell you more, but I woke up with a black eye the next day. So Nik and his girl follow me out the front door. I then did some excessive yelling at the bouncers, swearing and apparently yelling that they didn't know who i was and that i was "the baddest n this bitch." I don't know why. Regardless, Nik got me into the front seat of his car, with my head hanging out the window. His girl made the mistake of sitting behind me and it is very difficult to be real precise with your puke out a window when driving down the highway...Needless to say, she got sprayed. When we got back to my parents house, Nik was dragging me up the stairs when my parents came out of their room. Nik got me upstairs and then my mom tried to take over. I can't even begin to explain how angry she was the next day. She attempted to help me get my vomit covered shirt off, but my balance was already bad and I drunkenly knocked her backwards and into the bathtub. After vomiting in the toilet, and then again on my pillow, my mom put a towel down and I eventually passed out. The next morning despite feeling like I was halfway in the grave, my parents forced me up and into the car to drive to my grandparents. They gave me a bucket. A freaking bucket! I vomited in that the whole way. Every 30 minutes or so, my dad would pull over, emtpy the bucket and give it back to me. Upon reaching my grandparents I was still vomiting and continued to do so until 6:00 PM that day. Maybe Nik can help with a few extra details from this night to entertain yall.