Drunk... again.
Yesterday I was drunk again, for the second time ever. This time it was bad, real bad; I’ll never do tequila again. I polished off half a bottle of Tequila, and later barfed it up. Yesterday night was horrible, and today in no better. I started, just wondering how bad tequila was; it is bad. I drank a couple shots, and was feeling a little buzzed and decided to keep on going. Before I knew it I was wasted, and not just a little. It was my sister, her boyfriend, and I there, I was drunk her boyfriend was a little buzzed and she was sober. Somehow, her boyfriend and I, though it would be a good idea if she drove us to sonic and got him a Cherry Limeade and me a Strawberry Limeade and cheddar peppers. After a little convincing, she decided to take us; that was a mistake. It was almost like i went on a roller coaster ride after eating a shit load of fair food. That was a ride to remember (I’m guessing), but I was drunk and only remember bits and pieces. We got our drinks and peppers, and headed back home. Half a mile until we reach the house, I had to make a little barf stop. I don't know exactly what happened, but sometime between me barfing and me not barfing they picked up a cat. I guess it was were we stopped, but I had my head hanging out the door barfing and I actually remember this part, My sister's boyfriend asked me, "Hay Brian are you Ok?". And my reply was, "I Think Mexico Hates Me."
Finally we arrived at my sister’s house, and somehow I was holding the cat. As we were walking to the door I remember asking my sister, "What do you want me to do with this cat?". I have no idea what the fuck she said, it was all like "Jeual alfd kdek Seds." to me, but I do remember saying, "What? Here you take the puss, you have one. You should know what to do with it." Oh god was I ever drunk.
A few minutes had passed since I entered the house, or hours I have no clue. But I started to feel ill, again. I ran into the bathroom and barfed in there too. I ended up sleeping with my head in the hall, and my legs in the bathroom. I have no idea how much time had passed, but I was awoke by my sister at 1:00am. She drove me to my home, and I slept. I woke up at 8:00am this morning, and even now, I feel like shit. I'm never going to drink that much (or maybe even ever) ever again. I didn't think that half a bottle of Tequila could fuck you up so much. I might have to add Aztec Gold Tequila to my Shit list.
Well I’m going to sleep the rest of this shit off. I always was told that hangovers included a headache, I haven’t had one yet, but my stomach sure hates me; and just my luck no pepto left.
"1 Tequila.. 2 Tequila.. 3 Tequila.. Floor."
~ No clue who said this.
posted by Brian Smith @ 11:05 AM
2 Comments:
Ugh, alcohol is evil. The one time I got drunk, it was on an entire bottle of vodka and about 5 strawberry daqueris. I remember almost nothing about that night, but I'm told that when my stomach finally decided it had enough, it was like a scene from The Exorcist. I ended up laying down in the shower, where I threw up all over myself repeatedly, and passing out there for a while (fortunately my friend Jeremy was there to keep me from drowning). I finally had to de half-dragged into the bedroom, and had a trash can placed by the bed, which I used several times that night. Surprisingly, I didn't have a hangover at all the next morning. Probably because I threw up most of the crap.
The last two times I’ve seen my sisters, they keep telling what I did; and I don't remember half the crap they keep telling me. I just learned that when I was drunk, I was crawling on the ground, yelling that I was the devil or Satan or something, because they told me that I was evil. And they also told me that I was pukeing all night long, I thought I stopped when I fell asleep, but they said I kept waking up and leaning into the bathroom. I also didn't have a hangover, I was waiting for it to come, but it never did; however my stomach was kicking my ass the whole day after.
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