How I Got Drugged...Again

So here's the deal, I figured it has been way too long since the last "Indi accidentally got drugged up and chaos ensued" story. So I sat down, interviewed some friends to get my facts as straight as Vin Diesel, and now am writing to you as closely as possible the events of my inability to handle medications.

He approves this post.

Basketball and Flame Throwers

Before I even begin this post, I am sorry I've slacked a little lately with writing. It was not my intention I simply have been extremely busy lately. Now that I have been nice and apologized for having to keep up with life, I will proceed to tell you a story.

A little over a year ago, I was getting ready to embark on my very first cruise. I was going with a group of friends. Some of which are still very close to me (both in proximity and relation) and some, not so much. (also in proximity and relation) The night before the cruise me and another friend (North Carolina) decided that we would pull an "all-nighter" at Egypt's house. If you are wondering how we could go to a country in northern Africa's house, then you should probably click here.