there are no words.

there isn't any way i can really describe what happened last night. let's just say, if i ever needed any reminder why drinking a lot of alcohol is bad, i got it last night. poor baby. there was throwing up of a high order, my friends, & the other three of us went on autopilot, cleaning up & fixing things. i sat & rubbed his back for what felt like two hours--although i know it was really much less time than that--becuase there wasn't anything else i could do. i've never been that close to this before. & then anne came with servando, who was an utter prince, & took care of things & drove us home. andrew & i sat & destressed for about two hours, until about three in the morning, because you don't realize how stressful it is until it's over. i was so worried. luckily things are okay. & cozy was funny tipsy. & the party was nice, in the beginning, before everyone else who wasn't in our cast showed up.
to conclude, we did good. he's okay. cozy's probably a little hungover, but we'll see. servando & anne are incredible. & too much alcohol is shit. thank you.

(yeah, there's a really, really crazy story in all this. maybe i'll tell you in person.)