the last day of the southwest fest. it started friday night, we drank all night, had alot of fun, woke up in the tent saturday morning and didnt feel bad at all, cooked up some breakfast and started drinking sangria...thats where it starts to go wrong. the day goes by, most of us starting to stumble around before the sun went down and the vodka tonics start pouring. somewhere around 3am i decide to try and find my way back to the tent, complete darkness. i got lost, dont know how, or where, but i did. i had to sit there in the dark and try and figure out where all the noise was coming from, i knew if i could find the stage i could find my way back to the tent. eventually somehow, i did. I woke up sunday morning sick as a dog. tried to eat breakfast..wasnt happening...had to breakdown our campsite while still feeling the effects of the night before. once everything was loaded up, we started heading back towards the main road (it was up in the mountains with tons of curvy bumpy dirt roads) i think i puked 7 times before we got back to phx. once we got home i just layed there for hours trying not to move. I still have a water bottle filled with sangria left over in my fridge, and the jug of vodka has about a shot or two left in it, its sitting on my kitchen counter. Weve drank some of the vodka since then, made a couple screwdrivers the other night. im still too scared to touch the sangria though.
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