Discovery!
Of a mostly Scientific nature!*
It turns out that I can, indeed, consume 23 ounces of liquor in less than 3 hours and not only not die, but have no ill effects!
Why, then, was I sick? (Note: I was sick this morning from when I woke up until about 11 or so)
Because the frozen, Microwaveable Fried Rice that a certain Elf-playing friend of my wife brought over expired in January. The 12th, to be specific. And I, in my thoroughly inebriated state, decided that rice would be a good thing to cram down my gullet in order to soak up the booze. Didn't quite work, as the taste was horrible and, after about a cup or so of the vile seeds, I turned to my old friends Messrs. Dewar and their delightful blended Whisky. That didn't work, though, and just made my mouth taste like off rice and mid-range blended Scotch. So I went to bed and, when I woke up, Oh Boy, was I ever feeling bad. I think I spent an hour on the couch trying to not die, an hour in front of the bathroom willing myself to keep everything under control and two hours in front of my computer thanking my gods that I had someone awake with whom I could talk. Then I went and repeated the "Standing in front of the bathroom door" scene for about 45 minutes and finally got everything under control.
Yesterday's lesson? When food tastes like crap, don't continue to eat it.
Today's lesson? Remember yesterday's lesson.
Bonus Marks? I beat my previous record for The Jim Test! Woo! 92! I'm fair certain that 100 will be the maximum amount a human can consume before being declared legally dead, so I think that I'll just stick with my 92 for now.
*Not Scientific at all, in fact.
It turns out that I can, indeed, consume 23 ounces of liquor in less than 3 hours and not only not die, but have no ill effects!
Why, then, was I sick? (Note: I was sick this morning from when I woke up until about 11 or so)
Because the frozen, Microwaveable Fried Rice that a certain Elf-playing friend of my wife brought over expired in January. The 12th, to be specific. And I, in my thoroughly inebriated state, decided that rice would be a good thing to cram down my gullet in order to soak up the booze. Didn't quite work, as the taste was horrible and, after about a cup or so of the vile seeds, I turned to my old friends Messrs. Dewar and their delightful blended Whisky. That didn't work, though, and just made my mouth taste like off rice and mid-range blended Scotch. So I went to bed and, when I woke up, Oh Boy, was I ever feeling bad. I think I spent an hour on the couch trying to not die, an hour in front of the bathroom willing myself to keep everything under control and two hours in front of my computer thanking my gods that I had someone awake with whom I could talk. Then I went and repeated the "Standing in front of the bathroom door" scene for about 45 minutes and finally got everything under control.
Yesterday's lesson? When food tastes like crap, don't continue to eat it.
Today's lesson? Remember yesterday's lesson.
Bonus Marks? I beat my previous record for The Jim Test! Woo! 92! I'm fair certain that 100 will be the maximum amount a human can consume before being declared legally dead, so I think that I'll just stick with my 92 for now.
*Not Scientific at all, in fact.