Danielle is a Funny Drunk

I have to write this down before I forget. Danielle and I went to a party tonight, which was...interesting. We got there and we didn't have any drinks. Some guy gave me tequila and some cream stuff which was really really good. Then Danielle got vodka and sprite and I had some but she had half the damn bottle. This is when things got interesting. She kept wanting to talk to Chickenlegs (aka Mitch #1) and she repeatedly said:
a) I called him Chickenlegs (which I denied). She kept going "ROBIN CALLS YOU CHICKENLEGS!" and then she turned to me and was like, "Shit! Did I just call him Chickenlegs?"
b) He had nice hair
c) He was really hot
d) What is your name?

This obsession was semi good, because Mitch #1 and I chatted for awhile and he seems really nice. Then she told Mitch #2 repeatedly that she really liked him and he was hot. He has a gross smile, so I must inform Danielle of this in the morning. She kept hitting on people's boyfriends and some guy I didn't know told me to control her because girls were getting really mad. This is when I phoned mom to leave, because I didn't want Danielle pissing people off anymore. Other things Danielle did:

a) Called me a straight edger.
b) Told some guy like three times she saw him in Tim Horton's. Later on Danielle made me switch places with her so she could talk to Chickenlegs. The guy said he was glad we switched places.
c) Liana kept coming up to me and saying that Danielle was totally gone. It took her like five minutes to get drunk.
d) She kept petting people's furry jackets.
e) She kept saying she loved me and I was her best friend.
f) She kept telling people I was really nice because I let her sleep in my house.
g) She randomly said Stacey loved Ryan Ross from Panic! at the Disco.
h) On the way home she repeatedly said she was sorry and that her mom was going to be so mad.

She is now making weird noises from upstairs. She keeps moaning. And sighing. And also pounding the floor or something.
I didn't even drink that much stuff, and I feel sick. Booze makes me sick for some reason. I'm not even kidding. I don't even drink that much and I get sick.

Mom said I should work with teens because apparently I'm awesome at dealing with drunk people. I think I am, actually. Mom cited the example of when I was putting Danielle to bed and I gave her the garbage can and I was like, "Danielle, if you need to puke, do it in the garbage can, okay? Not on the floor." She was like, "okay," and I'm like, "where are you puking?" "In the garbage bin..."

Something else she did. We saw some guy from musical and she was like, "you sing like a god!" and then she randomly told a bunch of other people they sang like gods, including Chickenlegs, who was confused.

I think she just blew a raspberry. She's groaning right now.

Anyway, when we left it took a long time to find her shoes. We found one and I had to dig through and find the other one, while she collapsed on the floor.

Anyway, I'm going to go to bed. I am SO looking forward to telling her about her exploits in the morning.