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I officially met Kenley Collins yesterday night. Let's just leave it at that. Yesterday night was the longest night ever. We started our ladies night out at Megan's. Drank a couple of beers there. Made a stop at Eliote on our way to Union Pool. Had a drink there. Saw the Grizzly boys at Union Pool, hung out for quite a while there. Drank a couple of beers. Last thing I remember at Union Pool I was waiting on the bathroom line, and Kaela showed up out of nowhere and handed me a whiskey shot, and that's when I started blurring out on the rest of the night. I did some drunken texting I think and probably said something stupid. I don't think the person I was texting was too happy about it. I don't remember how, and why, and what I was doing after the whiskey shot. I think that really did it for me. Considering the amount of alcohol I previously consumed already. That shot terminated it all. I think I remember going to this place called Legion after Union Pool because we were saying the entire night that we have to go to Legion because that's where the dancing involved. I don't remember if I drank anything there. I probably did. Then massive drunk driving involved in Kerry's car, and ultimately ending up at the Shank. Quarreled with the people that were charging us 20 bucks to get in. Really? 20 bucks for the Shank? We left furiously, sticking them the middle fingers, and at some point Kaela disappeared. She did not showed up for the rest of the night. She totally vanished on top of the earth. As confused and angry as we were, me, Kerry, Blythe, and Megan did more drunken driving around Williamsburg and decided that we'll just go back to Megan's and take the rest of the night easy. It was at least 4am at that point, roughly speaking. I lost track of time after the whiskey shot and details to be honest. I remember eating a casear salad at Megan's and everyone was still partying it up in Emily's room. I wanted to die and go home to sleep. How do people get all these energy?!?! I didn't understand.

I woke up in my bed this morning and I was happy. But what I can't believe is that I have to go drinking again in a couple of hours, in Williamsburg again, because I promised a friend I would participate in her daylong bar-hunting event in celebration of her birthday. FML. I barely even use that term but really, at this point, FML.

It's now 2:20pm the next day of this ridiculous debauchery, Kaela Kennedy is still mysteriously missing.