bad idea.
the first time i drank i was fourteen in a tent in my friend's backyard, drinking gin and coke and peach schnapps. it was every suburban sterotype solidified. the first time i got drunk i was fifteen in a cabin in upstate new york, falling all over the place and drunk dialing the boy i liked.
so, i've been drinking for four years now, not heavily, but enough. up until last night, i never learned my limit. i had never thrown up, never even had that bad a hang over. i was a pro at drinking just enough to have fun. well, last night, you could say i learned my limit.
shannon's parents were away, and she was home watching their pets. justine is home on break. justine had never been drunk before, and wanted to try it in an enviroment that wasn't a party or dorm. between the three of us, we had downed a bottle of malibu in a hour. then we did a shot of bacardi each. then a shot of tequila. justine drank a mike's, i drank a twisted tea. i could have stopped there, and been happy and fun, and just a little dizzy. instead, i drank a beer and some weird berry thing. to be honest, it wasn't even the most i've ever drank in a night. but, at around 1:30 as we were sitting and talking about celebrities we would have sex with, i started to feel awful.
i threw up 10 times. i was curled around the toilet in shannon's bathroom with like, no idea what was going on. i cried, a lot. i fucking yelled, like, a lot. i def repeatedly told shan that i needed my big brother, and she HAD to call tim. tim lives in boston. and, last night was his one year anniversary with jenna. it would have actually been kind of HILARIOUS if shan or justine had called and been like, "um, hey, happy anniversary, your mess of a little sister won't stop crying for you." shannon half carried me upstairs, and i fell asleep. i feel pretty awful, she shouldn't have had to take care of me like that. at least i can be happy that on the night i decided to be that girl, i was only with two of my best friends.
i have NO IDEA why i reacted like that. i've drank more and felt better. i'm sure that chain smoking with shannon probably didn't help. i used to be a social smoker, but i haven't touched a cigarette in four years. maybe the nicotine added to it. i don't know. but, i also didn't have much in my stomach, because i'm dieting. which, i mean, the only benefit to throwing up is that i got rid of all those calories.
up until the point where i, you know, barfed my brains out, it was a bitching night. we were all pretty smashed, and dude, you think you know EVERYTHING about your best friends. and then you get drunk, and these weird new truths come out. it was fantastically fun up until when i was wrapped around the toilet. but, i guess it's all a part of growing up.
i was, however, REMARKABLY hangover free this morning. i threw up three more times, but only because i tried to drink diet coke and my stomach just didn't agree. justine was hit kind of hard, and i felt bad. we left shannon's early, because it was her house so she was going to keep sleeping, but we weren't. my parent's were in new hampshire until like, an hour ago, so we dragged ourselves to my house, probably looking like HELL. we took tremendously long showers, and then sat in my bed and watched newsies. i drifted off like, twenty minutes in. but hey, i've found the perfect cure for a hangover, because when i woke up, i felt FANTASTIC. or, as fantastic as i could, considering. apparently singing newsboys are what does it.
we sat around and watched a lot of SVU, and then justine MADE ME eat soup. it always surprises me how good food can be even when you're convinced you don't want it.
and i'm not gonna lie: i'm kind of horribly embarassed about how WRECKED i was. i've been drinking the longest, and i usually have SUCH good control. but last night, i just lost it. thank god for shannon. usually, she's the one we have to worry about. last august, i had to drive her home in the middle of a party because she was so drunk she couldn't even speak, and we thought she was going to die. but she must have learned from college, or something, because she was fantastic last night. i was like, screaming at her, and she just held back my hair and rubbed my back.
it was an experience i'm DETERMINED not to have again. but at least now i know how much NOT to drink next year.