Gosh, guys. I am sooo stupid. Last night hubby and I went to a birthday party of one of our "good" friends. Things escalated fast. I honestly don't know how I ingested so much alcohol. Hubby hadn't been able to sleep well the past few days, so he walked home early (we're pretty close to one another). I thought I'd probably be safe, but there were a few guys I didn't know, who all started hitting on me after hubby left. It was like the assholes were trying to feed me more alcohol, to set me up so that I wouldn't be prepared for whatever they had planned. I stopped drinking at that point, because I was getting freaked out. Yuck! One chick even tried to kiss me. Why, I really couldn't say, but she was probably just really drunk, so I pushed her away, and told her that was not alright, trying to talk about how much I loved my husband and would never do anything to hurt him. So then, I have to puke later, and one of these guys tries to get my shirt off while I was puking. Thankfully, I had the wherewithall to fight him off and tell him to get the fuck away from me. Why is it when people try to do that kind of stuff, they act like they were just joking, and that they didn't think it would offend me. After I vomited profusely, I got out of the bathroom, and people started to fight. I don't know about what, but it was scary. Guys, I'm scared of conflict and fighting, and it really freaked me out. So, I decided to leave. When I got up to leave, one of the creeps proceeds to try to convince me that I need to let him take me to his apartment, to sleep. Yeah right. But, I didn't fall for it. So, I stumbled home, and then proceeded to be very sick just about everywhere. Hubby gives me water, comforts me, and helps to calm me down. I told him everything that had happened and he apologizes for leaving without me, though it isn't his fault, because it was my choice to stay. I'm only left thinking this: What would have happened if I hadn't left? What happened last night was scary, and really crazy. I didn't think the people throwing the party hung out with potential wannabe rapists. I asked my friend about the people I didn't know before I went to the party, and was assured that they were safe to be around. And when the shit went down, I was alone in there. And that did not feel good. Ultimately, it was my own damn fault for putting myself in that kind of a situation. Never, never have I partied with people I didn't know....or with that many people. The only real times I've partied, were with a few of my best friends, just being calm, talking, and listening to music. I think I much prefer that. So, I learned a valuable lesson....You can never lose control around anyone you aren't absolutely certain about. I never completely did, but others were trying to take advantage of what I had lost control over. And I'm a little less naive. Furthermore, I'm thinking of not hanging out with anyone at that party again, including the people that threw the party. If they put themselves in situations like that often, that's not something I want to be involved in. I'm sorry for posting this, but I really needed to vent. Argh. I'm so disappointed in myself for being so dumb. P.S- Anyone have any tips for hangovers? I've not had many.