Drunken confessionals

The other night I went out with a few friends for drinks at the usual spot: Mr. Smiths. I had no intention whatsoever to get hammered that night, yet somehow I ended up hugging the toilet at the end of the night. You know that moment of "Ahhh crap! I shouldn't of had all those drinks." We ended the night at Tombs, where as usual you run into about half the senior class. That can often lead to deadly consequences because you have more people you know, therefore more potential drinking partners. I believe that now it has become more of a tradition to get kicked out of Tombs because they are closed. Hehe...I mean they wouldn't have that problem if they'd keep the bar open longer. :) Sadly, I know that this can never happen here in the US. I wound up drinking like crazy with an old friend I had run into at Tombs. Let's just say I chugged too many beers and drinks in less than 20 minutes. As we walked to campus drunk off our tooshes I began to realize how icy the sidewalks were. I stand by the fact that I walk more cautiously when I'm intoxicated than sober. She ended up crashing at my place because she couldn't walk over to her place. I then proceed to feel really sick and hug the toilet. Actually I think I felt sick for the realization of some things that shared and exchanged that night. I cannot say what it is, but let's just say that some things are never meant to be shared. As she sat next to me on the bathroom floor to make sure I'd live we continued our conversation. I confessed some things to her and as did she. The morning after I was like "OMG, we had drunken confessionals!" Now this where my idea comes from. I will be starting a blog in the next week or so called Drunken Confessionals. Where people can anonymously post stories that they are ashamed or embarrassed to tell anyone else. However, it must be something that happened while you were drunk or intoxicated. Sort of like Post-Secret but more risque.