Confession #30891 – The Vow I Don’t Remember Making

I remember three things clearly from that night: the taste of cheap tequila, the sound of Britney blasting from somewhere behind me, and the moment my best friend screamed, “OH MY GOD, YOU DIDN’T!” Everything else is patchy. We started at a chill bar downtown. I had every intention of pacing myself. Then the bartender mentioned $5 “Vegas shots” and apparently my self-respect was also on special. By drink four, we were doing karaoke. By drink six, I was onstage…