Well, Friday night was a shit show! We had our annual staff party at work... I was home and in bed by 11:30pm. Needless to say I was feeling a little sick. Not the good hang over sick, but that Wow, Im an idiot kind of sick.
Several cookies, some jello shots, a few oz. of vodka, a little wine and I still managed to get in 2 double dark and dirties (not bad for 1.5 hours). Then standing there it struck me, I wasnt going to make it out of the washroom for the rest of the night. Like a bag of hammers it hit me, I dropped to the floor and prayed for the next 3.5 hours that my life as I knew it would end.
The entire time some ass (a nice guy hoping Im not dying) keeps asking if Im ok. Of course, Im fine! Im throwing up in a toilet at my work, its great! Do you understand how embarrassing this is? Just leave me alone, Ive been through this before, Ill be fine.
(Repeat scene for 2.5 hours)
Finally, I can stand, for about 3 seconds and it starts again! Then a friendly voice... K its D, you gonna be ok? A taxi in 15 minutes?
No D, come back in a half hour.
Time passes Im still throwing up... luckily I havent shit myself at this point... body functions can be a problem in this state, or at least thats what Ive been told!
K... come with, were gonna get you home.
And like the dumbass rock start I wish I was Im escorted through the staff halls, down the service elevators and out the side doors to a taxi.
Thanks D!
Dude no one needs to see this... besides they all know where youve been.
Taxi voucher in hand Im put in the cab and away we go. By the time I get home, Im starting to feel a little better. Stomach is empty and the head is starting to stay up on its own, my roommate (thank you lotus) gets me a schooner of water and I grab the Advil (like I dont have enough shit in my blood stream).
Feeling a little better and a having the need to redeem myself, I suggest that I go back and finish the night. No one else seemed to think it was a very good idea. (Oh Dr. where are you when I need that kick in the ass to be as drunk and idiotic as possibly?)
Then after passing out the phone rings... time for B&B at the Ship. Of course Im not going to drink, I fuckin barfed for 3.5 hours and my ribs hurt to much to stand. But alas when you sit on those comfy stools at 11:30am and the Dr. suggests that the beer will make it better, you listen.
And on that note, I feel like a drunken sack of shit that has not accomplished much over the past 30 years... however, the monster is not in retirement yet, just taking a reduced schedule!
Beside my marks and groupmates are counting on the stellar performance of the antiaddict for one more semester!
Night all, class in the morning.
Several cookies, some jello shots, a few oz. of vodka, a little wine and I still managed to get in 2 double dark and dirties (not bad for 1.5 hours). Then standing there it struck me, I wasnt going to make it out of the washroom for the rest of the night. Like a bag of hammers it hit me, I dropped to the floor and prayed for the next 3.5 hours that my life as I knew it would end.
The entire time some ass (a nice guy hoping Im not dying) keeps asking if Im ok. Of course, Im fine! Im throwing up in a toilet at my work, its great! Do you understand how embarrassing this is? Just leave me alone, Ive been through this before, Ill be fine.
(Repeat scene for 2.5 hours)
Finally, I can stand, for about 3 seconds and it starts again! Then a friendly voice... K its D, you gonna be ok? A taxi in 15 minutes?
No D, come back in a half hour.
Time passes Im still throwing up... luckily I havent shit myself at this point... body functions can be a problem in this state, or at least thats what Ive been told!
K... come with, were gonna get you home.
And like the dumbass rock start I wish I was Im escorted through the staff halls, down the service elevators and out the side doors to a taxi.
Thanks D!
Dude no one needs to see this... besides they all know where youve been.
Taxi voucher in hand Im put in the cab and away we go. By the time I get home, Im starting to feel a little better. Stomach is empty and the head is starting to stay up on its own, my roommate (thank you lotus) gets me a schooner of water and I grab the Advil (like I dont have enough shit in my blood stream).
Feeling a little better and a having the need to redeem myself, I suggest that I go back and finish the night. No one else seemed to think it was a very good idea. (Oh Dr. where are you when I need that kick in the ass to be as drunk and idiotic as possibly?)
Then after passing out the phone rings... time for B&B at the Ship. Of course Im not going to drink, I fuckin barfed for 3.5 hours and my ribs hurt to much to stand. But alas when you sit on those comfy stools at 11:30am and the Dr. suggests that the beer will make it better, you listen.
And on that note, I feel like a drunken sack of shit that has not accomplished much over the past 30 years... however, the monster is not in retirement yet, just taking a reduced schedule!
Beside my marks and groupmates are counting on the stellar performance of the antiaddict for one more semester!
Night all, class in the morning.
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Besides we need to be on the fucking tilt for this gaggle of winners, I don't know if we'd be more apt to sell the host to the circus straight or narrow....ever see a walking manatee! She's like a geek, except without the eating of live chickens, and to think the english has bagged her...
We'll be starting the night at the Ship with the Fox, then off to Bamboo'd for 11:00, the English should be there at the same time...so we won't have to order fish and chips to keep the sea lion busy...from there sounds like Detours to finish the night..so Dress will be pouncy and pretentious ...and don't forget a plug!