Reminds me of a party I went to three weeks ago on my birthday(August 1st) at a friends house with some co-workers. I had already resigned myself to getting shit-faced, and ended up having 10 beers, followed by 3 rounds of beer pong, and then 32 ounces of Kraken Spiced Rum (took four retarded 1-cup shots from a buddies measuring cup). I don't remember anything beyond shortly after drinking the rum shots and saying goodbye to a couple friends because they were leaving the party. From their account, I took the salt shaker and put it in my pocket then went to the bathroom. After that. I apparently went missing for 20 minutes and then when they went into the bathroom to see what was wrong, I was on my back puking, which is extremely, extremely bad because if they had came in even a minute later I probably would have inhaled said puke and probably would have died. They put me on my side in the recovery position and they said I must have puked over a gallon's worth of beer, rum and cheetos. When I woke up at 9AM the next morning, I had no idea what the fuck was going on other than I was lying face down in a puddle of puke. I slept for another half an hour then quickly washed myself off (face, arms, legs), hoped on my motorcycle and rode home. That was probably a bad idea seeing as I was still wasted, my eyesight was blurry as shit, and my balance while holding the bike upright at stoplights was awful, but I made it the 20 miles home without a DUI and without killing myself. I then slept for 32 fucking hours without eating or drinking ANYTHING. Woke up and cooked 2 pounds of steak along with some mushrooms and onions, some potatoes and corn.
It was awful. Truly awful. I tried to drink some gatorade but it smelled too much like Kraken and I threw up. I probably won't be drinking for another year or two.
