Well, I didn't pass out....
I could still kinda-sorta juggle after puking, though. I don't know what was in that shit, aside from tequila, but apparently that was enough. I'd already had three big mugs of my grog at that point, and this twit fills my mug again with something else and says, "This is MY recipe for grog." I take ONE SIP and I'm immediately nauseous and going, "uh oh." It then progressed pretty quickly through "It's not that bad, I can handle this," to "no, I can't, coming through!" Managed to make it to the bathroom fine, and only a little bit of splatter around the bowl, which I was then able to clean up myself.
In any event, the goal for last night was to find out how smashed I could get and still juggle. It took those three mugs of grog before I was borderline. Some people were saying that I'd pass out before I wouldn't be able to juggle anymore, but unfortunately I have to disappoint them.
I don't think I'm hung over, either, which is the most amazing part. I'm not quite coordinated, which is going to make passing at today's juggling practice interesting, but otherwise I feel more or less normal (or what passes for normal).
In any event, the goal for last night was to find out how smashed I could get and still juggle. It took those three mugs of grog before I was borderline. Some people were saying that I'd pass out before I wouldn't be able to juggle anymore, but unfortunately I have to disappoint them.
I don't think I'm hung over, either, which is the most amazing part. I'm not quite coordinated, which is going to make passing at today's juggling practice interesting, but otherwise I feel more or less normal (or what passes for normal).