quote: | Originally posted by iammesol
I'm a lightweight... only 125 pounds at most.
I went to a lovely bar (Hi Myra!) called Midcity Café that is very small, but has good music. A friend of ours was playing tonight. I had an Irish Car Bomb to start off with since they were cheap, and it was delicious. Then I got a Guinness to continue the taste. Then I got some dark beer with Chocolate and Coffee in it while I was drinking the Guinness. That should've been the reminder to stop, but no. The DJ (who promised me an Irish Car Bomb) came up to me and was like YOU READY?! I can't pass it up, so I said hell yeah. I chugged it, and again, delicious. I was proper fucked by now. A friend of mine laughs at how I'm more drunk than he's ever seen me, and I still feel on top of things. I usually know my limits, and take pride in that. But this time was different... he ordered me another Guinness (one of my favorite beers) and I drank it. About 20/30 minutes later, I walked toward the bathroom, and puked my brains out.
I've always enjoyed knowing and following my limits, and today I feel incredibly jaded/violated/disappointed. I know it happens to everyone, but ugh... I wish not this time. Whatever, I'm glad I got that over with, and I'm glad I did it with a lot of friends who I consider very close. Hell, even my roommate took care of me as soon as we got home. I'm still having trouble sitting in my chair, but I'm glad my typing pwns. Ugh. I wish I could go to sleep. |
LMFAO! Dude, it happens. It's alcohol. It impairs your senses Please, ditch the "jaded/violated/disappointed" as there is not need for those overly emotional emotions (Yes, an oxymoron)
And, I doubt this will be the last time. Aren't you 18 or 19? I didn't get to properly 'know' my limits until I was 21. I've still puked a few times since then too. Shit happens 
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