Wow, so after like three hours of trying to figure out what the jack happened last night, there's still some massive memory-holes. As in black holes.
For some reason I can't begin to phantom we woke up in a different part of Austria - like, miles away from where the party started - in some lady's yard and then she chased us away with some weird kinda horror movie-broom.
Got back here at like 1 am by train - how we got to Vorarlberg - don't ask me. Hitch hiked most likely since I was still in Vienna at like 10 pm and there ain't no trains after that time.
There's weird photos on my phone of me with people I have never seen before in my life and there's empty bottles of booze EVERYWHERE. Our flat was filled with them when we got back, our bags - EVERYTHING.
Also, I think the stuff in my bag might be marijuana, but I'm not too sure.
WOuld explain the major fucking memory loss.
Also, we have some movie tickets to Breaking Dawn. ?!
.a card from a strip club. I kid you not. There was a fucking stripper-card in my bra.
Also, I'm kinda broke.
Still, I can't figure out why in the shit we thought it would be cool to travel all across the motherfucking country. Only to wake up in a yard.
FFUU Y I NO REMEMBER BEST NEW YEAR'S OF MY LIFE?!
BUt all in all - welcome to Hangover Part 3. Seriously.