What a weekend. What a fucking weekend. A lot of good (fun and games) but marred by some bad (the aforementioned trip to emergency). The lesson: alcohol is bad. Drugs are bad - especially for someone with no experience and who thinks that nothing affects them. But yeah, acohol is bad.

It was not me in emergency - not to worry, I am no longer a complete idiot, having learnt my lessons and my limits before. I know that I have a low tolerance for most 'bad' things and while it doesn't stop me entirely, I do know when to stop, when I've reached my limits. But Anna thinks she's invincible.

I never want to see someone go through that much 'being sick' ever again. It's frightening, especially when you put alcohol poisoning with an asthma attack - she was hyperventilating and struggling to breathe, but also needing to throw up. Eventually she calmed down and went to bed (would've been at about 7am) but when she woke up, she was sick again and couldn't even keep water down. The fact that she'd had gastro the day before and hadn't eaten much then, made us a bit concerned that she was dehydrated and needed a shot of something medical to stop the retching. Hence the trip to emergency - with no medical centres open near by, it was the only option. They were packed and found a medical centre open for us - but luckily, they tested her for dehydration and she was okay. Lovely trip to the doctor, a shot in the arm, a stern talking to and a parking ticket on my car later, we headed home at 5:30pm.

And the thing is, the night had been awesome until the end. Really fun - hanging out playing pool (I won my first proper game!), then moving on to a friend of a friend's birthday drinks, intending to stay for one drink, but ending up there for 4 hours. We met some very cool people and had a ball, until the end obviously. I felt like shaking her - when she was being sick and struggling to breathe, I wanted to call an ambulance - the breathing thing got me worried as nothing seemed to be helping - but she was very anti. I later found out it wasn't because she felt okay - she doesn't have ambulance cover and her first thought was that she couldn't afford it. I told her yesterday that that was just stupid. For $60 a year, you get ambulance cover and you don't worry about it. You don't get these things when you need them, but in case, hoping that you'll never use it, but knowing that it's there if you need it.

*sigh* Just call me mom.

Oh, btw, had my date last night with Jarrod - it was lovely We're seeing each other again this week, but then he's off for three weeks to Detroit for work. You Americans better look after him! I'll blog about the night later ...