You know it's a good night when you wake up covered in mustard...

Drunken adventure was the plan for the night. I would say it was a success. An expensive success but a success nonetheless. I gauge this by the fact that I woke up with mustard all over me and a sprained ankle. If that doesn't say good night, I don't know what does.

Night starts at my friend's house. I call her Poo so that is how I will refer to her here. Poo and I had a few martinis and a few shots. Played some Yahtzee, had some laughs. We got a ride down to club 1.

Club 1 was good. Had some drinks and a few shots. But because we were desperate for adventure, we moved on to Club 2. Club 2 had little promise of drunken adventure. There were literally 3 other people there. It did not stop us from having a drink and some shots though. And dancing. Pretty sure there was dancing there. This may or may not been where I sprained my ankle. There are steps leading up to the DJ booth and I'm pretty sure I fell down them. But I must not have been hurting too bad because the night had pretty much just started...although my memory is a little foggy with everything that followed after Club 2.

So next came Club 3...which I assume was followed by more drinks and more shots. Then Club 4 which had a long line up so we decided to get a hot dog. This is where the mustard comes in. Somehow I managed to get mustard all over Poo, and myself. But, we didn't let this ruin our already awesome night. Covered in mustard, we went back to Club 4 and waited in line. I don't think we were there long, and I'm pretty sure this is the point that I got loser drunk as Poo apparently ordered me a "double water."

Next stop home. I woke up insanely hungover and wondering what the fuck happened and how we got home. But we laughed at the mustard stains and my sore ankle. We joked about how we're gonna end up on The Dirty.com and be called Mustard Sluts or something ridiculous like that. And later on as I was riding along in the backseat of my parent's truck, on the way to a major hangover breakfast, I looked down and saw a little bit of mustard on my leg. I couldn't help but laugh. I laughed so hard I was crying.

A sprained ankle and mustard stains...it was a great drunken adventure with my best bud, Poo.