I remember telling my friend that I thought his girlfriend was hot, when I was nearing blackout drunk (but clearly not all of the way there yet). It was the first of two times when it was the most I ever threw up, and it changed my life forever until the second time.
booze and my body just never agreed. Which would have been a good thing if it hadn't led me to experiment far too much with other substances my body didn't react as poorly too.
In any case, I still did plenty of drinking my senior year and in college, and I kind of just always bypassed that "sloshed, out of it, telling the truth," phase. I'd basically go from lightly buzzed, jolly, and fun, straight to laying down outside in a pile of snow telling everyone "I need h2oooooooooooooo." I met my dad's second wife after I got the drunkest, and sickest, I ever got in high school (almost 15 years ago now)... I went to go to sleep around 2am at my friend's house, never fell asleep, thought 5 minutes had passed, and all of a sudden it was 7am and I was sooooooooo sick. Started panicking and driving back to my dad's (the cooler parent), knowing he was at work, so I could just vomit in and sleep in his bathroom. Ended up yakking all over myself while driving there, right as I was driving past a cop so I couldn't pull over or go out the window.... just had to take the hit. Walked in, and was not expecting a stranger in his bed — as I'm covered in my own puke lol. Was just like "oh... uh.... hey. I'm [my dad's name's] son. Hungover... going sleep now, nice to meet you." Never talked about it again lol, but that was about how most of my nights drinking went. Nowadays, I might drink a glass of wine with dinner once or twice a year.
My friend on the other hand... whew. Basically alcoholic, still today. But definitely hits the "overly truthful," phase a lot. Another senior year flashback: just before iphones, he had a palm pilot or w/e the closest thing was to an expensive smart phone. We went to a party kind of in the hood, where we really didn't know anyone outside of our group of about 5 or 6. He lost his phone. Thought someone stole it. Again... bad part of town... very diverse... upon losing his phone and thinking it was stolen, he screamed "which one of you n****[hard R]* stole my phone!" Fight broke out, had to have my friend's back obviously even though I was like "oh wtf, thanks dude, now we're the racist white kids starting fights," lol
Now I'm just addicted to coffee. And this wall of text is the result of the caffeine. Whoops.
I remember telling my friend that I thought his girlfriend was hot, when I was nearing blackout drunk (but clearly not all of the way there yet). It was the first of two times when it was the most I ever threw up, and it changed my life forever until the second time.
booze and my body just never agreed. Which would have been a good thing if it hadn't led me to experiment far too much with other substances my body didn't react as poorly too.
In any case, I still did plenty of drinking my senior year and in college, and I kind of just always bypassed that "sloshed, out of it, telling the truth," phase. I'd basically go from lightly buzzed, jolly, and fun, straight to laying down outside in a pile of snow telling everyone "I need h2oooooooooooooo." I met my dad's second wife after I got the drunkest, and sickest, I ever got in high school (almost 15 years ago now)... I went to go to sleep around 2am at my friend's house, never fell asleep, thought 5 minutes had passed, and all of a sudden it was 7am and I was sooooooooo sick. Started panicking and driving back to my dad's (the cooler parent), knowing he was at work, so I could just vomit in and sleep in his bathroom. Ended up yakking all over myself while driving there, right as I was driving past a cop so I couldn't pull over or go out the window.... just had to take the hit. Walked in, and was not expecting a stranger in his bed — as I'm covered in my own puke lol. Was just like "oh... uh.... hey. I'm [my dad's name's] son. Hungover... going sleep now, nice to meet you." Never talked about it again lol, but that was about how most of my nights drinking went. Nowadays, I might drink a glass of wine with dinner once or twice a year.
My friend on the other hand... whew. Basically alcoholic, still today. But definitely hits the "overly truthful," phase a lot. Another senior year flashback: just before iphones, he had a palm pilot or w/e the closest thing was to an expensive smart phone. We went to a party kind of in the hood, where we really didn't know anyone outside of our group of about 5 or 6. He lost his phone. Thought someone stole it. Again... bad part of town... very diverse... upon losing his phone and thinking it was stolen, he screamed "which one of you n****[hard R]* stole my phone!" Fight broke out, had to have my friend's back obviously even though I was like "oh wtf, thanks dude, now we're the racist white kids starting fights," lol
Now I'm just addicted to coffee. And this wall of text is the result of the caffeine. Whoops.
I used to tell everyone they were beautiful when I was drunk 😂 I wasn’t hitting on them.