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Aww, the classic: angst by way of incredibly immature lack of communication. Why am I not surprised?

"...the deed." And I just had a flashback of The Big sandbox at Ruth Gibson Elementary School - where the cool 5th and 6th graders hung out. Cuz you know, we were THAT cool. And we owned The Big Box. And we wore scrunchies. And we talked about The Deed. Hey, at least I got a trip down memory lane out of this mess.

Here's the thing with black out drinking - when so drunk that you black out to the point of not recalling anything even with a play-by-play from someone that does: you were not having full conversations!! The person you were with certainly knew you were obliterated!! It simply doesn't work this way. One or the other. Never both.

I'm already irritated. I don't know anyone that loses an entire night of their lives and permanently departs from the one person that can fill in the blanks without asking for the full story first. Furthermore, no girl leaves her only friend to venture drunkenly on her own in Vegas particularly when there to celebrate one's birthday. Please. Flying pigs would have been more realistic.