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Oh my god....
here's a brief overview:
every point lost in euchre was worth half a shot of a Jagerbomb. Grant and I won, but I think we played two games. Gina brought cheeze-its and fruit out, I was glad until I had to take a shot after eating the crackers. Cheese and Jagerbomb is very nasty. No more Cheeze-its after that. Megan stopped by, and I think we kind of ignored her. I don't think any of us meant to, we were just wasted and playing euchre. Sorry Megan. So after euchre, we were out of alcohol. This made me very upset. So I insisted on getting more, despite it being 3:30am and all. Gina said she had some stuff at her house, so she drove (cuz she was sober) and Grant stayed home with Megan. Todd, Crystal, and I went with Gina to get more to drink. This made me happy. So we got it and after driving for a little bit, we wanted to keep going. We called Grant to get him to come but he seemed pissy cuz we left him alone with Megan. Understandable. So he stayed home. Driving around, there was lots of singing and drinking. In 45 minutes, we finished almost a fifth of pucker. We all started on After Shock, raspberry vodka, and rum after that. I quit early cuz I hate cinnamon and the other two were making me sick. Again with the smoking when I'm drunk. We got back to the apt singing, very loudly, Santa Claus is Coming to Town. After that I vomited in the sink. I've never puked from alcohol before, so I felt kind of embarassed. Especially cuz Gina cleaned it up. I tried to but they wouldn't let me. It's mostly fuzzy after that, but I remember sing and dancing while on the floor. "On the catwalk, yeah! I do my little turn on the catwalk!" Right Said Fred should shot. Oh yeah! And I took Todd's flog. He was like "Go hit crystal with it" so I went into the bathroom and she turned around and I whipped her ass cuz it was kinda sticking out. She said "Harder" so I did. "Harder!" again. "Harder!!" I couldn't do it again, I thought that was as hard as I could but I dunno. It was funny, though. Then I got really tired and slept on the couch. I got up today and drank a glass and a half of water, which I threw up. So I went home, after finding my phone. I lied down and felt sick, so I got up and puked. Then I slept for like 30 minutes. Puked. Slept for 15 minutes. Alarm went off, telling me I have to go to work. I tried to get up, but I almost threw uip again, so I was like "Phil, I'm late. I'm going to continue to be late becuase I can't keep anything down and I feel like shit." So I told him I'd call in an hour. I swallowed my pride and told Karen...
Karen: What's wrong?
Me: I'm sick.
Karen: Why?
Me: Drank too muich. I can't keep anything down, even water.
so she helped me out a little, gave be a blanket and pillow and put me to sleep on the couch. I woke up in her room at nearly 9 pm. I called Phil and said I felt okay enough to come in and close the store. I had a piece of toast. Lemme tell you about this piece of toast... Thanksgiving dinner was wonderful, it always is. I love the turkey and stuffing and all the other dishes associated with that holiday. This slice of toast, since I hadn't had anything to eat in like 18 hours, was better than t-day dinner. I was like "Holy shit - this is awesome toast!" I'm pretty sure I had alcohol poisoning. It wasn't a hangover, I don't think, cuz I didn't have a headache and I wasn't sensative to light or sound. Just my stomach was upset. ...So I'm home now.
Being tired and sick makes me feel like I'm starting a spriral into depression. I dun like that.
It is now my intention to sit down and play video games for several hours.
here's a brief overview:
every point lost in euchre was worth half a shot of a Jagerbomb. Grant and I won, but I think we played two games. Gina brought cheeze-its and fruit out, I was glad until I had to take a shot after eating the crackers. Cheese and Jagerbomb is very nasty. No more Cheeze-its after that. Megan stopped by, and I think we kind of ignored her. I don't think any of us meant to, we were just wasted and playing euchre. Sorry Megan. So after euchre, we were out of alcohol. This made me very upset. So I insisted on getting more, despite it being 3:30am and all. Gina said she had some stuff at her house, so she drove (cuz she was sober) and Grant stayed home with Megan. Todd, Crystal, and I went with Gina to get more to drink. This made me happy. So we got it and after driving for a little bit, we wanted to keep going. We called Grant to get him to come but he seemed pissy cuz we left him alone with Megan. Understandable. So he stayed home. Driving around, there was lots of singing and drinking. In 45 minutes, we finished almost a fifth of pucker. We all started on After Shock, raspberry vodka, and rum after that. I quit early cuz I hate cinnamon and the other two were making me sick. Again with the smoking when I'm drunk. We got back to the apt singing, very loudly, Santa Claus is Coming to Town. After that I vomited in the sink. I've never puked from alcohol before, so I felt kind of embarassed. Especially cuz Gina cleaned it up. I tried to but they wouldn't let me. It's mostly fuzzy after that, but I remember sing and dancing while on the floor. "On the catwalk, yeah! I do my little turn on the catwalk!" Right Said Fred should shot. Oh yeah! And I took Todd's flog. He was like "Go hit crystal with it" so I went into the bathroom and she turned around and I whipped her ass cuz it was kinda sticking out. She said "Harder" so I did. "Harder!" again. "Harder!!" I couldn't do it again, I thought that was as hard as I could but I dunno. It was funny, though. Then I got really tired and slept on the couch. I got up today and drank a glass and a half of water, which I threw up. So I went home, after finding my phone. I lied down and felt sick, so I got up and puked. Then I slept for like 30 minutes. Puked. Slept for 15 minutes. Alarm went off, telling me I have to go to work. I tried to get up, but I almost threw uip again, so I was like "Phil, I'm late. I'm going to continue to be late becuase I can't keep anything down and I feel like shit." So I told him I'd call in an hour. I swallowed my pride and told Karen...
Karen: What's wrong?
Me: I'm sick.
Karen: Why?
Me: Drank too muich. I can't keep anything down, even water.
so she helped me out a little, gave be a blanket and pillow and put me to sleep on the couch. I woke up in her room at nearly 9 pm. I called Phil and said I felt okay enough to come in and close the store. I had a piece of toast. Lemme tell you about this piece of toast... Thanksgiving dinner was wonderful, it always is. I love the turkey and stuffing and all the other dishes associated with that holiday. This slice of toast, since I hadn't had anything to eat in like 18 hours, was better than t-day dinner. I was like "Holy shit - this is awesome toast!" I'm pretty sure I had alcohol poisoning. It wasn't a hangover, I don't think, cuz I didn't have a headache and I wasn't sensative to light or sound. Just my stomach was upset. ...So I'm home now.
Being tired and sick makes me feel like I'm starting a spriral into depression. I dun like that.
It is now my intention to sit down and play video games for several hours.