Wooohooo! Last night was the last day of work before my two week vacation and my friends and I decided that we were going out to celebrate. We got dressed to the nines, (I was in my LBD, perfect for every occasion) and headed out to our favorite nightclub.
We were having a most awesome time, downing drinks and flirting madly with everyone. It was pretty cool. After awhile it was just the three of us throwing back drinks, just talking and giggling at the bar.
Then, we were approached by management and asked to leave, because we had too much to drink. At one point I’'m told I tried to lick a window! So we trudged to another bar on the same street and continued our celebration.
After my next drink, th night gets very hazy. I only remember bits and pieces, like dancing or talking or telling dirty jokes. I grabbed my friends hands at one point and started bathering on about how much she meant to me. We bundled into a cab at around 4am and went home, or so I’'m told.
I woke at 9am with a blinding headache and a mouth like the Sahara desert (the discomfort intensified by forgetting to brush my teeth last night.) I’ve lost one false nail, there’'s a huge blister on one foot and I still had my shoes on, and they were covered in dirt. Hmmmm.
I’‘m still very dizzy and unsteady. Actually, I think I’‘m still tanked, and at two o’‘clock I need to go out and get my legs waxed. I think I’'ll be taking the bus for that one.
Ahhh the start of the holiday season. Merry Christmas everyone!
In college I once woke up fully dressed in bed, covered in mud, with my wallet missing and an unopened can of beer (not the brand I’d been drinking the night before) in my pants pocket. Some things are best not known.
Hope you feel better: Aspirin, water, spicy food, moderate exercise.
One time I met a girl at a bar and got seriously tanked. I remember up to last call but thats it. 3 days later I woke up in the woods with a bunch of hippies OVER 600 MILES AWAY FROM THE BAR.
I apparently had a really great time. I wish remebered it though.
I still think I was abducted by aliens for that one…
I once got very drunk and had to be driven home by a friend. I left my car parked outside the bar and had to go get it the next day when I was sober enough to drive. In the front seat of the car was a plastic K- Mart bag containing 2 Granny Smith apples, a bottle of silver polish and 3 packs of roasted sunflower seeds.
How they got there remains a mystery to me. I don’t even eat Granny Smith apples or sunflower seeds and don’t have any silver to polish.
This almost made me quit drinking.
When England beat Argentina in the World Cup, I woke up the following day in my bed (thank god!) with all the lights on, door to the flat wide open, empty McDonalds’ cartons everywhere, and no recollection of anything after 4pm the previous day. Blackouts really suck.
I don’t know if it’s a sign of getting older, but nowadays I have trouble remembering exactly what I did even if I only have a little to drink. And it’s retro-active, too. The few hours before I had a drink are hazy. Good thing I don’t drink so much any more.
I have actually been lucky with that knock on wood I haven’t blacked out yet and I don’t drink enough to push me that far. Heck I don’t even push myself enough to get sick while drinking, which is a good thing. I’ve done it twice by accident (hot tub party… drinking in the hot tub get out and blargh… and when it was hitting way high temps up here was bad too)
We went to The Albion Hotel in Parramatta, and when we got kicked outta there we went to The Collector Tavern down the road. About an hour later we tried to get back into the Albion but we were stopped right away! They wouldn’'t let us back in, but they let a drooling moron of a drunk in the door.
Bastards.
