No more drinking for a fucking minute.
Soooo...woke up this morning beside Arielle, naked, in my bed, and the last thing I remember is being at a bar about 20 minutes from my house.
Last night was Deanna and Abraham's (Arielle's friends) going away party. Deanna is moving to Cali, and Abraham is moving to Dubai on Wednesday. The party was being held at Wizards. A sports bar that's VERY close to all thier places, but not so close to my place. (Let me just say that Arielle is, for the time being, homeless. Her lease ended July 15th, and she can't move into her new apartment until August 1st. She's been staying with me because if she stays at Cortney and Deanna's place she has to sleep on the couch and we both can't fit. :op) Okay, now that that's out of the way...Arielle and I have both been unemployed for about 2 weeks so we're pretty iffy about spending money. (I start a new job tomorrow, she has a job interview tomorrow) So Arielle suggested we just get a 12-pack of Steel Reserve, drink that at Cort and D's, and then go up to Wizards so we can drink for cheap and still go have fun with friends. Well apparently we forgot to do the math on the alcohol volume and I ended up drinking around what would be 9 to 10 Bud Lights (my normal beer which only takes me about 4-5 to get drunk), and Arielle ended up drinking what equals a 12-pack.
We actually drank some at Cort and D's, and then put a few more in Arielle's bag, snuck them into Wizards, poured them into a friends empty beer glass, and chucked the cans.
And while I've felt like I blacked out before, I usually remember things that happened throughout the next day. The only thing I remembered today was that I sat down at the bar, realized I was FUBAR'd, and decided I should leave immediately so I could pass out.
Apparently, occording to my roommate, we stumbled in around 12:30 hanging onto/helping each other walk. He said something to us, and we grunted at him. Went to my bedroom and then I came back out, got drinks, ran into the counter...twice, and went back to my room. 5 minutes later either Arielle or I went to the bathroom and puked for about 15 minutes.
Sooo yeah...I woke up at 8am this morning, head pounding, stomach swirling, completely naked, and did not remember anything. Still don't. Usually when I would forget before someone telling me what happened would trigger the memory. Not this time buddy. Anyway, ate a couple Motrin, went and laid down, realized if I could just puke I would feel 10x better, debated doing that for a few minutes because I had JUST taken the motrin, decided on doing it because I could always take more Motrin. Felt like shit for quite a while today. Arielle felt just as bad, but god love the girl she got up and cooked us up some egg/turkey/cheese/spice concoction and toast. That helped. :o)
Saying all that....I think you could understand why I want to quit drinking for a while. I mean, it would've been fucking horrible had I been by myself, but the fact that I had Arielle with me just really magnified it. Jesus must've listened and taken the wheel last night, LMAO.
Last night was Deanna and Abraham's (Arielle's friends) going away party. Deanna is moving to Cali, and Abraham is moving to Dubai on Wednesday. The party was being held at Wizards. A sports bar that's VERY close to all thier places, but not so close to my place. (Let me just say that Arielle is, for the time being, homeless. Her lease ended July 15th, and she can't move into her new apartment until August 1st. She's been staying with me because if she stays at Cortney and Deanna's place she has to sleep on the couch and we both can't fit. :op) Okay, now that that's out of the way...Arielle and I have both been unemployed for about 2 weeks so we're pretty iffy about spending money. (I start a new job tomorrow, she has a job interview tomorrow) So Arielle suggested we just get a 12-pack of Steel Reserve, drink that at Cort and D's, and then go up to Wizards so we can drink for cheap and still go have fun with friends. Well apparently we forgot to do the math on the alcohol volume and I ended up drinking around what would be 9 to 10 Bud Lights (my normal beer which only takes me about 4-5 to get drunk), and Arielle ended up drinking what equals a 12-pack.
We actually drank some at Cort and D's, and then put a few more in Arielle's bag, snuck them into Wizards, poured them into a friends empty beer glass, and chucked the cans.
And while I've felt like I blacked out before, I usually remember things that happened throughout the next day. The only thing I remembered today was that I sat down at the bar, realized I was FUBAR'd, and decided I should leave immediately so I could pass out.
Apparently, occording to my roommate, we stumbled in around 12:30 hanging onto/helping each other walk. He said something to us, and we grunted at him. Went to my bedroom and then I came back out, got drinks, ran into the counter...twice, and went back to my room. 5 minutes later either Arielle or I went to the bathroom and puked for about 15 minutes.
Sooo yeah...I woke up at 8am this morning, head pounding, stomach swirling, completely naked, and did not remember anything. Still don't. Usually when I would forget before someone telling me what happened would trigger the memory. Not this time buddy. Anyway, ate a couple Motrin, went and laid down, realized if I could just puke I would feel 10x better, debated doing that for a few minutes because I had JUST taken the motrin, decided on doing it because I could always take more Motrin. Felt like shit for quite a while today. Arielle felt just as bad, but god love the girl she got up and cooked us up some egg/turkey/cheese/spice concoction and toast. That helped. :o)
Saying all that....I think you could understand why I want to quit drinking for a while. I mean, it would've been fucking horrible had I been by myself, but the fact that I had Arielle with me just really magnified it. Jesus must've listened and taken the wheel last night, LMAO.