Avoid Hangovers by Staying Drunk

So, last night I officially passed the 2 decade mile-marker on my eternal highway of shame... i mean, life. My father and his girlfriend helped me celebrate by throwing a little party. There were 10 people cramed into an area the size of volkswagen and that was before furniture. We ate, drank, and were marry. And then we drank some more... and maybe a bit more... and then a lot more... and then I decided I had to slow down, so I had a cigar... and then I drank some more... Ok, so last night was a little ridiculous. My dad's girlfriend decided to make me finish all the boozahol we had. So, I'm feeling a bit lethargic right now and I'm considering fixing myself a bloody marry... hmmm, that's alright.

Alright, so I'm joking at least a bit, the question is can you figure out the fact from the fiction? Didn't think so. I got a few more days in this place before I head back to civilization for at least a number of hours. I'm all bent up waiting to hear from a couple friends about their plans trying to figure out where I'll be and what I'll be doing for the next couple of weeks. But alas, no phone calls. We'll see what happens. Worse comes to worse I'll travel the world by myself, that would be awesome. No, I'm not being sarcastic. I would love to go to New Zealand by myself and just backpack across the country. Then head on over to Australia for a week or so. But I really want to go to Europe as well. Hmmm... decisions, decisions... You know what? I'll do it all! God I love having a year to myself...