I just found this picture dated five years ago.
That's me blacked out on the floor and fully clothed. I was told by my boyfriend later on that at some point I held on to the bedpost. Why? I ain't got a clue.
What I do remember is that I had dinner with a group of guy friends at a Japanese restaurant on Geary Blvd. (San Francisco) and we drank sake and tequila. BAD IDEA...
By the time my boyfriend picked me up I was totally wasted. I don't recall leaving the restaurant but I do remember throwing up right in front of the Grace Cathedral on Nob Hill and a cop car drove by when I was puking. The officers even got out of the car to check on me. They thought my boyfriend was abusing me on the sidewalk. 'Cuz all they saw was my boyfriend held me up by wrapping my long hair around his wrist. He had to do that in order to prevent me from falling into my own vomit.
What a night...
