The first time I had a white russian I had also out-drank a man 200lbs heavier than I was. I think it was just my determination: I had the psychological upper hand in that I wanted to get really really drunk for the first time going for me.
At that point, I was so... well, drunk, that I was saying YES to any drink anyone offered me. Unfortunately, I was also too drunk to mention that I'm lactose intolerant.
Yeah.... threw that up. Neatly, though, right off of a bed into a trash can. I have pretty great aim, and have never had a white russian since.
The best quote of the night (as I'm told) was, when the boys were half carrying/half dragging me back to my dorm room, I said, "I can't feel the flooooorrrr...." and someone said, (accurately) "Just because you can't feel it doesn't mean it isn't there."
I was, as you can imagine, reassured.
Drinking champagne now, celebrating... sleeping in tomorrow and not feeling guilty about it!
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At that point, I was so... well, drunk, that I was saying YES to any drink anyone offered me. Unfortunately, I was also too drunk to mention that I'm lactose intolerant.
Yeah.... threw that up. Neatly, though, right off of a bed into a trash can. I have pretty great aim, and have never had a white russian since.
The best quote of the night (as I'm told) was, when the boys were half carrying/half dragging me back to my dorm room, I said, "I can't feel the flooooorrrr...." and someone said, (accurately) "Just because you can't feel it doesn't mean it isn't there."
I was, as you can imagine, reassured.
Drinking champagne now, celebrating... sleeping in tomorrow and not feeling guilty about it!
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Liver is sad. Not least because it knows where wine went.
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