A couple nights ago at a party, I got really drunk. I’m talking blackout, laying in my own puke, completely incapable of any bodily movement drunk. My girlfriend, Morgan was with me and she took such good care of me that honestly, I haven’t stopped saying thanking her. She’s such a babe.
But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because in the midst drunken stupor, in a pool of my own vomit, where I was NOT able to say my own name when asked nor was I able to say where I was, I was asked “Who do you love?” and in the most slurred, almost comprehensible tone, I said her name.
I will always remember that, and I hope you do too.