June 27th, 2006 by GoldenAppleCorp
On Sunday we headed to friends’ house so AT could tinker on their comp
uter and we could have a lovely meal.
The lovely meal was accompanied by lovely home-made wine. Quite a lot of it, actually. Wine was followed by more friends showing up, which was followed by champagne, followed by Scotch, followed by beer.
Followed by room spinning, followed by vomiting. Up until that point, I had a ton of fun.
GAC’s alcohol poisoning equation:
3w+2c+1(finger)s+1b=vomit
I think I might have that tattooed on me so that this never, ever, ever happens again. I don’t know if it was the over-all quantity of alcohol, or the mixture. I’m sure others at the get-together wagered over that while I was locked in the bathroom.
We spent the night (obviously) and when I woke at 6:30 needing to vomit yet again, I got AT to take me home. Where I just happened to have some phenegran. In retrospect, I probably shouldn’t have taken it. I should have stayed sober(ish) so that I could rid my body of the toxins, but the idea of a puke-free slumber was too much. I slept soundly until 12:30, threw up some more, watched Magnum P.I., munched a couple crackers, had some water and began to feel a lot better.
As is the way with drunken conversations, touchy-feely things were said and oaths were made. Though I’m not sure if oral agreements are legal and binding when both parties are in their cups. I’ll do some research and get back to you on that..
June 27th, 2006 at 11:42 am
Didn’t we sign up to get in a fight in 2008 with foreigners? Or was it the band, Foreigner? Because I’ll get in a fight with them right now.
June 27th, 2006 at 11:46 am
Heh, I forgot about the tours of 2008. I’m really looking forward to that.
June 27th, 2006 at 2:01 pm
“Though I’m not sure if oral agreements are legal and binding when both parties are in their cups.”
No. They’re not. Trust me on this.
June 27th, 2006 at 11:38 pm
okay mate ers the fuckin deal there ain’t no fuckin way we’re not goin to the UK in 2008, just cos your drunk
RIP *keyboard ripped from man’s hands
I believe the ladies agreed to Italy in 2010 - fighting voluntary
June 28th, 2006 at 9:43 am
drink, drank, drunk, dvomit.
reminds me of saint patty’s day this year. except it was, two pints of dos equis, irish car bQmbs, and additional whiskey. thing is that this seems to happen when you’re having a great time. and then whammo. i rarely see it coming. spinning room is a good indicator. double vision means it’s in the mail within five minutes whether you know it or not. After finishing off a bottle of maker’s, which they said couldn’t be done, I recall trying to watch legend of the drunken master with a hand over one eye so i could read the subtitles. projectile dvomit followed. i finished that bottle of maker’s though… i sure showed them.
June 28th, 2006 at 1:05 pm
Showed your liver, too, mojo. Good on ya!
It’s a damn shame that something that can make you so ebullient can make you so damn sick, too. I enjoy drinking very much, but I do not enjoy vomiting even mucher.
Bastard, I’m ok with the going to the UK, I’m not so ok with AT’s soft self getting knifed in his gob.
Damn, my slang sucks. Time to get back to the Irvine Welsh. And Italy in 2010 is most definitely on.
June 28th, 2006 at 1:17 pm
Dude, my gob is most certainly NOT getting knifed here.
June 28th, 2006 at 6:41 pm
Also, ya Bastard, I believe I left my shoes at your house. I’ll need to get those back from you… ya know, sometime.