A drinking story, a smidgen embarrassing, but has potential amusement value.
Okay, so I’ve disappeared from the LJ world for a little while, but I just had to throw this story in real quick. I’ve got entry fever starting to pulse through my veins, so I’ll do a proper entry probably this weekend.
So, I’ve been dating this guy for a little over a month now. Or so, not good with keeping track of these things. Anyway, he’s an older man (28!) and lives in Santa Cruz, but commutes to San Jose. It’s a change of pace from Derek, who practically lived down the hall from me. I’m seeing new guy a few times a week and have spent a weekend or three at his place.
Anyway, this past weekend, I decided I wanted to get drunk with him, because I thought it would be fun. Ever get like that? So, 5-7 shots of Bacardi (no shot glass, first warning) and one beer later, I am thoroughly trashed. All of a sudden, I am thoroughly sick, which was highly embarrassing, but at least I didn’t puke on his TV or something. No, I made it to his bathroom, and was even able to be properly sick on my own. No holding hair back for this chick!
I’m starting to feel a little better after some time in the bathroom, so I put the lid down on the toilet and sit on it, with my head in my hands. It feels so nice, that I start to pass out without realizing it.
The NEXT thing I know, I’m falling off the toilet seat and crashing to the ground, literally waking up in mid-fall. John rushes over to the door, “Jessica! You alright in there?!” "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm alright..." I then puke again and luckily that was enough for my body to allow me to stagger into his room and pass out on the bed.
Yay for drunk Jessica and her idiocy! 'Til next time...
So, I’ve been dating this guy for a little over a month now. Or so, not good with keeping track of these things. Anyway, he’s an older man (28!) and lives in Santa Cruz, but commutes to San Jose. It’s a change of pace from Derek, who practically lived down the hall from me. I’m seeing new guy a few times a week and have spent a weekend or three at his place.
Anyway, this past weekend, I decided I wanted to get drunk with him, because I thought it would be fun. Ever get like that? So, 5-7 shots of Bacardi (no shot glass, first warning) and one beer later, I am thoroughly trashed. All of a sudden, I am thoroughly sick, which was highly embarrassing, but at least I didn’t puke on his TV or something. No, I made it to his bathroom, and was even able to be properly sick on my own. No holding hair back for this chick!
I’m starting to feel a little better after some time in the bathroom, so I put the lid down on the toilet and sit on it, with my head in my hands. It feels so nice, that I start to pass out without realizing it.
The NEXT thing I know, I’m falling off the toilet seat and crashing to the ground, literally waking up in mid-fall. John rushes over to the door, “Jessica! You alright in there?!” "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm alright..." I then puke again and luckily that was enough for my body to allow me to stagger into his room and pass out on the bed.
Yay for drunk Jessica and her idiocy! 'Til next time...