Drinking Lessons Learned

Warning - Weak stomachs do not continue.

Yesterday was a gorgeous day, so I decided to take advantage of the cool temperatures and sunny skies and lay out in the sun for a little bit. I was only planning on staying out for an hour - 30 minutes on each side. Toward the end of my hour, my best friend called and I figured I'd just stay out there until we finished talking. Well, that was 45 minutes.

So needless to say, I got a little sun. My face is red, my legs are red and my arms are just dark. It's cool though, not very painful.

So I return home to get ready to drive to Charleston for Napster's and Cowboy's final get together before they move to Kill Me, TX. I had Taco Bell for lunch, but figured I would hold off on dinner until I got to Charleston since we were going to a crab shack.

When I get to their house a tad before 7, they start me off with a margarita. Sweet nectar! We go to the crab shack and I start off with just having a couple of Smirnoff Ices. Others are starting to arrive...mainly people I used to work with and their spouses and friends of Cowboy. The bar runs out of smirnoff ices so I move to my next drink of choice, red bull and vodka. Then, Cowboy's friend J, the professional drinker, starts getting me to do shots. Now, usually I stick to vodka or tequila, I don't mess with much else. But J has me try something different...no biggy. Then, we do my traditional tequila shot. J then suggests a new drink for me, something with raspberry smirnoff, southern comfort and some other stuff....it was yummy. So yummy, I have no idea how many I had. I finished one of Napster's shots that she didn't want, and maybe possibly had a couple more, I don't know. All I know is, it was too much!

Now let's pause here for a second and let me explain my tolerance. Usually, I have a pretty high tolerance when drinking. I know when to stop to avoid being ill and I know when enough is enough....usually! I have never thrown up from drinking before. Hell, the last time I threw up from anything was when I was 6. I do.not.throw up. I will lay there miserable until it goes away....but I will not throw up.

For some reason, last night I had no limits. Now let me recap: I had been out in the sun for 2 hours, my last meal was Taco Bell at about 11:30 and I had foolishly mixed my alcohol. I begin to feel sick, go to the bathroom to sit down by myself and get away, and throw up my drinks on the floor. The next time, I aim for the toilet, shocked that I actually had stuff actually coming up. I remember sitting down on the toilet and trying to wipe up my mistake.

I stumble out of the bathroom, back to my table, unaware of what I may look like to everyone else. Napster orders me some chicken strips to get something in my stomach, I eat 2 and run back to the bathroom. I come back to the table and just sit there with my head in my hands and pass out. I was told they sent someone to go get the car and they took me outside to take me back to their place. Cowboy's friends were holding me up, Napster putting ice down my top and placing it on my neck and all of them are trying to get me to open my eyes. I remember at one point trying to open my eyes, seeing Napster in front of me, and then closing them again and almost falling on top of their friend.

That's all I know. I don't remember getting in the car, don't remember getting in the house, don't remember them laying me on the couch....nothing, nada!

I woke up this morning, look at my white shirt splotched with remembrance of last night, and couldn't believe what I had done. I was so embarrassed. I go with Napster to get breakfast at McDonalds and she catches me up on the events of last night. We get back to the house, I look at my biscuit, and I just can't seem to open my mouth wide enough to take a bite of it. So I have my hashbrown and drink tons and tons of water and try to figure out if I can gather myself enough to drive 120 miles home.

That was the longest freaking drive ever! All I wanted was a greasy cheeseburger and a coke to coat my alcohol abused stomach and to go lay in my bed.

So, many lessons learned! At least Napster and Cowboy will remember their farewell! Sorry guys! :-) Thanks for taking care of me!