So a couple weeks ago I went to a friends birthday party. My boyfriend had to work that night so he couldn't join me. I ended up drinking WAY too much fireball (fireball fucks me up 😂) and was drunk out of my mind. It was around 12:30 and my bf was chilling at a friends place and I was texting him. I guess I was saying some weird shit cause he goes "baby how much did you have to drink?" And I was like "lol don't worry I'm not that drunk" (except I didn't spell any of that correctly) and next thing I know he tells me he's gonna come get me and take me home so that I don't have to Uber or spend the night at someone's house, I tend to get a little out of control when I've had too much to drink with no water in between. So he drives 45 minutes away to pick me up and ended up staying out till 4am with me because I couldn't stop throwing up from that point on. he held my hair back, pulled over like 6 times and ended up siting on a park bench with me while I continued to vomit every 30 minutes. He even held me and cuddled me even tho I smelled like puke because he knew how terrible i was feeling. Basically I love my boyfriend and im never drinking fireball again. The end! Shoutout to whoever actually reads this 😂