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Oh my god.
I think I was poisoned. Thirty hours after drinking a mere five (or six) whiskey-sodas and a single shot (no small amount, but let's be honest, I've drank more), I'm still sick. I'm floored, bedridden, queasy and super-hungover sick. Olivia thinks alcohol poisoning, but I thought that came from excesses greater than this.
Humbling experience, being attached to a toilet and carried home by friends. That may be the drunkest I've ever felt, if so beating out New Year's Eve 2001 when, ripped on whiskey and tequila, I angrily expounded in front of all my employees that I was in love with my best friend and I hated her for it. She was passed out before, and I never did find out if she heard about the whole episode from any of the dozen witnesses, but I always assumed so.
Jeff, Jon Jobbins and Jon Beanlands played my shining armor knights Sunday night and hefted my dry-heaving self home. On the way, I believe I managed to mumble, "This could be a problem," referring to Olivia. I think Jeff took this to mean "O's gonna be pissed," when in fact I meant, "I don't have my keys and I don't think she'll answer her phone... how will they get me inside?" Olivia (amused) said Jeff sounded a little frightened of her when he called.
I am going to go lie back down now. I feel super gross. Poisoned, man, I'm telling you.
I'm not drinking again for at least another six, maybe even seven hours.
I think I was poisoned. Thirty hours after drinking a mere five (or six) whiskey-sodas and a single shot (no small amount, but let's be honest, I've drank more), I'm still sick. I'm floored, bedridden, queasy and super-hungover sick. Olivia thinks alcohol poisoning, but I thought that came from excesses greater than this.
Humbling experience, being attached to a toilet and carried home by friends. That may be the drunkest I've ever felt, if so beating out New Year's Eve 2001 when, ripped on whiskey and tequila, I angrily expounded in front of all my employees that I was in love with my best friend and I hated her for it. She was passed out before, and I never did find out if she heard about the whole episode from any of the dozen witnesses, but I always assumed so.
Jeff, Jon Jobbins and Jon Beanlands played my shining armor knights Sunday night and hefted my dry-heaving self home. On the way, I believe I managed to mumble, "This could be a problem," referring to Olivia. I think Jeff took this to mean "O's gonna be pissed," when in fact I meant, "I don't have my keys and I don't think she'll answer her phone... how will they get me inside?" Olivia (amused) said Jeff sounded a little frightened of her when he called.
I am going to go lie back down now. I feel super gross. Poisoned, man, I'm telling you.
I'm not drinking again for at least another six, maybe even seven hours.