So I arrived in cape town tonight at 9:30 after about 30 hours of travel and a 7 hour time change. When I got to Breezy's house she comes out to the front gate and literally have the best and longest hug ever, as if we haven't seen each other in years. When we go inside I meet a few of her house mates (EVERYBODY HERE LOVES TO HUG AND NOBODY WARNED ME) and I pretty much haven't slept at this point and we had plans to go out already so I jumped in the shower and Breezy brought me a shot to "get on her level" and as soon as I was out of the shower and dressed her house mates and I were off to a party in this really swanky hotel room. We were drinking vodka and Powerade and I was strongly urged by Breezy to take it slow, which I did for the most part... but after chilling for a while we decided to play Kings which I totally lost and by this time I was smashed; not that I would admit it. At this point people were leaving and breaking off into smaller groups if they haven't left. I was talking to one of the guys there and we were hitting it off but I knew I had to be up early so I went to find out what time we were leaving the party but instead the guy I was with pulled me aside into the bathroom and got me to go down on him. I'm not complaining about that, I own my drunk decisions; what I am complaining about is that I didn't want to fuck him and he was not one to take no for an answer and I was clear headed enough that I literally shoved him into the wall and told him that he needed to take no for an answer so either he was leaving or I was and since his pants were around his ankles he shouldn't try to stop me. Then I wanted to leave and I tried to go down the stairs and I was drunk and flustered and fell down half the flight of stairs. I didn't know where to go so I went to chill on the balcony until we could leave but whats-his-nuts accosted me out there too. Thank god not long later everybody was ready to leave, I was drunk and so done with the night. We got home crazy freaking late and had about 15 minutes before we had to get up for shark diving the next day. We set the tone for the trip that first night; crazy good, crazy high, just plain crazy. We'll see if the rest of the trip follows. Not going to lie, I'm thrilled that drunk me stood up for herself this time.
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