now shots and posing for pictures was clearly the thing to do.
and it was at this point in shannon's drinking career that it was clear she hadn't like all the way learned the concept that "it's a marathon, not a sprint."
nothing outrageously out of the ordinary happened.
just good old fashioned getting wasted on your twenty-first mainly.
and naturally since shannon went out at midnight like she was part of some sort of cast of the jersey shore she naturally had to cram all of her drinking into a short two-and-half-hours which led to things looking like this.
fun fact: all of shannon's skanky friends got to sleep off the hangover while a probably still drunk shannon had to pull herself out of bed after three hours of sleep to work a shift at the cemetary since memorial day weekend is a big time for cemeteries.
even funner fact: note that shitler is in none of the pictures. it's because shitler was on his way back from illinois and told shannon not to get too drunk so that he could see her but she paid him no mind, got beat up black out drunk and was taken home before she was even able to see him. good job, shannon.
i feel like i have a residual hang over just re-living that fucking shit show.
my poor liver.