
After I got trashed at my sisters wedding (when I was sixteen), I haven't thrown up from drinking... that would be a true statement if it had been made yesterday at this time. I think last night was the finale of this drinking binge I have been on. This is how the day went:
12pm woke up hungover from the nearly blacking out experience I had the night before, but still no vomitting...
1pm after wasting time playing mafia wars for a half hour, I remembered that New Moon was out and decided I might as well see it since I invested the time reading all four crappy books.
2pm I Skyped Isela and asked her if she wanted to go see New Moon, and she agreed to but only if we weren't sober, and of course I concurred.
330pm I grabbed a slice of spinach, potato, and ham keesh from the Argentinian bakery and ate it on the way to the metro.
345pm I hopped on the metro with Isela and Tara.
4pm We bought our tickets and sat at a pub across from the theatre. Isela ordered a Jack Daniels on the rocks, Tara ordered Cava, and I ordered myself a pint and a half of Magners Irish Cider.
5pm-7pmish We watched New Moon, English with Spanish subtitles.
730pm We went to a Cava bar, and each got a glass with a tapa of delicious Serrano ham.
830pm I changed clothes.
9pm My friend who wishes to be regarded as Mr. X, haha, picked me up on his bike, and informed me that we would be crashing at his friends place and that we were about to go pick up alcohol. Yay alcohol.
10pm We arrived at Mr. L's and started drinking vodka while playing wii.
11pm We were about 3 drinks deep, good conversation, more fun with the wii.
12am I got a call from my friend but I felt a little bad being drunk and playing wii while trying to have a conversation so I hung up and the shots began.
We had a shisha going, and shots aflowing.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 were whisky, but we all killed the bottle. Mr. L and his friend Mr. J stopped after 1 and 2.
8, and 9 were killing the already opened bottle of vodka. So Mr. X and I were slammed. I blacked out completely. I don't remember him getting up to puke twice, nor do I remember feeling sick, I only remember Mr. L carrying me to the bathroom because I kept falling down when I tried to walk.
I threw up, and then proceeded to drink water from the sink. Then somehow I was carried to the guest room and advised to not sleep on my back... holy hell.
I woke up this morning with the taste of HCL in my mouth, and that is not a good taste.
So, in conclusion I am officially detoxing.
the end