Oh gosh.
So I'm crossing the whole "get drunk at least twice" thing off the list. I've decided that living life is just not worth it. I'm terribly embarrassed and gosh- still a bit queasy. Which is just ridiculous because how in the world can a hang-over last more than 24 hours? That's just stupid.
But yeah. I'm not doing that again anytime soon. Or ever again.
On the bright side, I have wonderful friends. I don't think I will be able to look them in the eyes for awhile out of complete and utter embarrassment. But they're darling and so good to me it's ridiculous.
I also have a really awesome job, by the way. Because I was pretty incapable of doing what I was supposed to be doing for the majority of yesterday morning. But they were nice to me anyways. I feel pretty bad for how useless I was but feel as though I can definitely make up for it in future shifts. I will power house through tables next weekend, just watch.
I've been drunk before but damn, I've never been drunk to the point of throwing up before Saturday and that just was not fun. Especially since I didn't stop throwing up until 2pm the next day in the middle of my shift. (Which is seriously disgusting. I have never been so positively distressed to simply brush my teeth before. I felt rancid and my stomach was rancid and I basically was only running on two packets of crackers- the only thing I could keep down all day.)
My friend just called to check up on me. He was the only completely sober one so I can just imagine how ridiculous I must have looked to him. I was so embarrassed, I just pretended to laugh it off. We're all going to the movies Thursday so I'm probably going to have to work on my poker face to pull that off so it is no longer a topic of interest.
I didn't even drink that much, to be honest. It was just done a bit too quickly. And then the shot of arak. I think that's what did me in. Just thinking about it yesterday made me want to hurl my life away.
Oh well. Learning experience. Always drink at the pace of the slowest drinker and less than the least interested: best way not to to make a total and complete ass out of yourself.
But yeah. I'm not doing that again anytime soon. Or ever again.
On the bright side, I have wonderful friends. I don't think I will be able to look them in the eyes for awhile out of complete and utter embarrassment. But they're darling and so good to me it's ridiculous.
I also have a really awesome job, by the way. Because I was pretty incapable of doing what I was supposed to be doing for the majority of yesterday morning. But they were nice to me anyways. I feel pretty bad for how useless I was but feel as though I can definitely make up for it in future shifts. I will power house through tables next weekend, just watch.
I've been drunk before but damn, I've never been drunk to the point of throwing up before Saturday and that just was not fun. Especially since I didn't stop throwing up until 2pm the next day in the middle of my shift. (Which is seriously disgusting. I have never been so positively distressed to simply brush my teeth before. I felt rancid and my stomach was rancid and I basically was only running on two packets of crackers- the only thing I could keep down all day.)
My friend just called to check up on me. He was the only completely sober one so I can just imagine how ridiculous I must have looked to him. I was so embarrassed, I just pretended to laugh it off. We're all going to the movies Thursday so I'm probably going to have to work on my poker face to pull that off so it is no longer a topic of interest.
I didn't even drink that much, to be honest. It was just done a bit too quickly. And then the shot of arak. I think that's what did me in. Just thinking about it yesterday made me want to hurl my life away.
Oh well. Learning experience. Always drink at the pace of the slowest drinker and less than the least interested: best way not to to make a total and complete ass out of yourself.