Hooters Halloween

If someone had told me when I was 7 years old, when my Halloweens consisted of trick-or-treating and candy eating, that my Halloweens would turn into a weekend of plain drunkenness (sorry Mom and Dad, but you were in college once), I wouldn't have believe you. When I was a kid, I couldn't wait for the second I was allowed to ring a neighbor's doorbell and ask for candy. This year, I couldn't wait to drink so much that I would make regrettable mistakes. The most regrettable being drunk calling.

In some cases, drunk texting is cute. Even talking on the phone after a few drinks can be filled with giglging and fun. But calling and having a twenty minute conversation with someone I care about was beyond ridiculous; and I am shamefully embarrassed for it. I'm not embarrassed to write about this experience because this is the point of our blog- to share about our lives and the stupid things we do in them. But I could have potentially damaged something I have come to truly care about, and all the fun in the world is not worth that mistake. I can't promise that I'm going to never to send the occasional drunk text or call, but I will try.