Drunk Texting? What about it makes you mad the next day?

      So we're going to talk a little bit about drunk texting. I bring this up because I recently did some of it. I know you've been there, you wake up a little confused about where you are or what you're wearing. How did I get here? Why did I sleep on the floor? How did I get into this hotel room? All standard next morning questions we've asked ourselves time and time again. You either pull yourself together enough not to vomit, or you don't and hopefully find somewhere socially acceptable to let loose. Then try and find some water or anything without alcohol to start the re-hydrating process. After you get to a good enough place where you can sit up without feeling like punching a baby, it's time to start piecing the night together. So you start with the pre-game or whatever kicked off the outing. That's all fine, pretty standard stuff. If it's anything like my night was it started with a Miller Lite at the house at around 2:30. Then it was off to a bar to watch March Madness and drink some 32 oz mugs of House Lite. Then you trace your steps to the next location. Maybe it was a metro ride into DC, maybe it was off to another bar to meet friends, maybe it was to a whore house because you're just tired of the chase and want some sexual satisfaction. Whatever it is, it all makes sense still and doesn't explain the severity of the hangover you have right now. So you go further into the night and that's when things get a little tricky. You still remember where you went and what you did, but there are small details you just can't figure out. You know you bar hopped a bit, saw some friends, took a cab ride. Maybe a buddy of yours took the headrest off the passenger seat and the cab driver couldn't figure out how to put it back on. Maybe not. You still can't figure out the end of the night completely so you decide to check your phone and look for clues. UH OH, I don't remember texting last night. Why is it when we get drunk we decide it's a great idea to start serious conversations? So now there is a rush of anxiety going through you as you look at the names of the most recent text message recipients. "I hope I didn't say anything stupid" is the thought that's going through your still pounding head as you open the message. Sure enough, you did say something stupid. Not only did you say something stupid, but odds are you spelled it wrong! I don't know about you but spelling errors in text messages are annoying. I'm not talking about the little stuff you abbreviate or quick shortcuts. I'm talking spelling errors. Maybe it's just me, but I double check what I write before I hit send. Not when I'm drunk though. Apparently when I'm drunk not only do I not look over it before I send it, I also just completely disregard the rules of the English language and throw whatever letters together I see fit. Sometimes it makes sense, most of the time it doesn't. So you look over the mess you may have started and just wonder why? WHY? Why did I say that? Why did I have to text that person? Why can't I spell when I'm drunk!? Why does my head still hurt!?! Anyway, so after you check over the dumb things you decided couldn't wait until the morning to tell someone, you realize that those messages didn't help you out at all. They just made you feel worse about the night and a little dumber for all the spelling errors. If you're like me anyway. So you still have the questions about your whereabouts and how you ended up there. You didn't get any help from your phone, if anything it made things worse. You have to get your shit together and get back home. You can only try and move on and just hope you weren't drunk and hungry enough last night to give Hand-jobs for Ham Sandwiches!

So you tell me what you hate about drunk texting.