brittany got back from eurotour last thursday. looking back, she doesnt remember almost half of it - consequences of drinking, of course. she came to my place on saturday. caroline cooked us a wonderful dinner. then we started drinking. i got tipsy, brittany - completely smashed (she could hardly walk) and caroline stayed almost sober (bloody germans - resistible like shit!!) we wanted to go to pitstop, but...we lost brittany on the way somehow..caroline was walking in front of us, and i was trying to carry brittany, not letting her fall on the pavement. then she started whining that she urgently needed a pizza slice. i was continuously trying to persuade her that she didnt, and if she only took a bite - it would all come out of her immediately. but she didnt want to listen to my moral teaching at all and, despite my holding her as fast as i could, she eventually managed to escape and madly rushed ascross the street heading to the pizza parlour...then i found myself shouting all the worst swearwords i knew trying to make her go back, but she obviously didnt give a shit...its truly amazing how determined drunken people are sometimes!! then i tried to make caroline do something about it, stop brittany somehow, but it was too late - she was off and away,and the last thing we heard from her was "i'll see you, guys, in pitstop in 5 minutes!..." ok, so we went to pitstop...and even after 30 minutes brittany did not show up..we started to worry like hell, and after around 1 hour of waiting decided to go look for her. she was not in the pizza parlour, she was not in knuds garage, she was not in crazy daisy...jesus fuck! then caroline suggested brittany could have met someone she knew and had gone to shakers with him/her. honestly, i found this assumption very unlikely, but as we had no other place in mind, i agreed to go there...holly shit! it was the worst place ive been to in my whole goddamn life! full of snobbish sluts and pricks just willing to get laid...so repulsive! we left that place as soon as possible, since brittany wasnt there. feeling exhausted and starting to sober up, we went home, not having a faintest idea about where on earth brittany could be and what couldve happened to her. around 8 o'clock next mornig i was suddenly awoken by furious knocking on the door and ear-splitting ringing of the doorbell, which indicated that whoever there was, willing to come in, he'd probably been knocking until he was heard for at least 10-15 minutes. i dont even know why, but all that noise seemed so scary and horrible to me, that i woke poor caroline, saying that someone was trying to knock out the door and that i was very afraid that they would attack us. caroline said that i should go to hell and forced me to go look who was that ominous and eerie stranger at the door. i did. it was brittany. i was just about to kill her for disappearing the other night, but she felt just the same way about me for not opening the goddamn door for so long. it turned out that fortunately nothing bad had happened to her - shed just fell asleep on the pizza parlour floor...fuckin awesome! luckily, the guys owning the place allowed her to sleep there and even gave her a cup of coffee after she'd woken up...

a pretty fucked up story, i know