The night started off right, good friends, good vibes, all love. Downtown Charm City and it was all about us. Got a couple rounds of shots, pretty soon it was all hugs. I was fading, for real. Here’s a good pic of a girl all in my ear. Telling me everything that I probably wanna hear. I think I said “Girl I’m from the Old Bay.” And then she said “Mmm bring it my way.” Put in a request for the DJ, he said Alright, okay.
We kept drinking drink after drink, we’re tipsy. Now we’re on the floor cutting loose, acting like a fool. She gave me a kiss? Did I kiss back? Oh ****, don’t remember that! How much did I have to drink last night?
I woke up with a total stranger. She had her grips on me. Here’s me in the car with her. Made me feel like a king. I made a slideshow with her? Everything’s such a blur.
I woke up in her bed while she's downstairs making eggs. Am I alright? I’m okay.
Drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones....kinda