Sunday Scaries Vol. 3

New Year's eve is usually a time of joy and celebration, but for me it is a cursed day where I always somehow get too drunk. But this year was different, because I was going with my boyfriend’s family to Chicago to stay at his aunt’s house. The night of new years we all went out for a nice dinner. I had one glass of wine, very responsible for me. After, we return back to the house and drink some before me and my boyfriend go to a casual bar for midnight. I was so cautious of my past years that I chose beer to be my drink of choice, only I must’ve chosen the highest ABV possible, because I do not remember midnight, or the horror story that was told to me the next day. I completely lost my purse.  In reality it was inside the house where we returned in an Uber, where I also left my phone. I stepped out of the Uber completely landing on my face in the snow.

My boyfriend picks me up and carries me inside where I am crying to his family and making him look all around the house for it. My boyfriend takes me to bed to keep me from embarrassing myself, and drunk me strips out of my clothes because I think the room is too hot. I apparently wandered out of the room in the middle of the night to get water and fell asleep on the carpet of the living room, where his uncle found me. The next morning at breakfast, his family was laughing about how I was acting and we had a good laugh, until his uncle shared the story of finding me on the ground, and then I remembered. Was I wearing clothes? Was I naked on the ground in front of his uncle? I was too afraid to ask, but the night has haunted me ever since.