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I've only blacked out twice in my whole life. Once was in Finland when I was 18:
Two bottles of cheap Chilean red wine at 2 euro each. Check.
Never drank a drop of alcohol prior to that night. Check.
About 100lbs body weight. Check
Didn't eat anything beforehand. Check.
Thought getting to a 90c sauna after I was drunk was a brilliant idea. Check.
No one wanted to drink the shitty red wine my friend and I bought, so I decided to down both bottles in a matter of two hours. I barely remember making out with pretty much everyone there (it was just a bunch of girls I knew). I get the brilliant idea to go into the sauna in the basement and convinced everyone else to go with me. I have no idea how I walked down the steps because they were those spiral steps, very steep, very narrow.
I remember going into the sauna then suddenly not feeling well. I walked out and into the cold shower and my friend Riika followed me (probably to make sure I was okay). I remember smiling at her, then looking down and the floor was very slowly coming at me. I don't remember hitting the floor. Next thing I knew I was on a bench next to the sauna where we had put our clothes and my friends were flipping out, shoving ginger ale and sugar water in my face trying to get me to drink; I was sort of fading in and out, everything felt fuzzy. I remember they were also trying to dress me. Okhu was putting on my pants when Emilia stopped her and said "Wait! Where are her panties?" I looked up at her and said very seriously: "I'm not wearing any panties" then I passed out.
I woke up the next day on a make-shift bed next to Eeva's bed. I was hungry so I walked down the hallway, which took about 30 minutes because I couldn't stand: I'd get myself upright, take a few steps, stumble and then fall. I eventually crawled into the kitchen, put my head on the table, shut my eyes because trying to focus on anything hurt like holy hell and went back to sleep. Next thing I know some of the girls were up and making breakfast. The noise was hurting my head, so I walked outside. I only got a few feet outside the door when I stumbled over a small branch and fell. I rolled over onto my back and slept there for about six hours.
I didn't drink again until I was almost 22. I became so incredibly drunk that I stole a fake tree from the bar I was at and walked home with it.
Needless to say I haven't drank much since. I've been told I'm a very happy drunk, however. 
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| quote: | Originally posted by ziptnf
I probably wake up QWOPing.
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