This is what I remember from my tequila-driven New Year's Eve:
Josh gave us (Michael, Jesse, Jason, and me) a ride to Chris Ward's house. Chris Ward wore a Monty Python hat, and insisted for everyone to wear party hats. I wore one atop my toboggan Christa made for me. It rocked. Ward's lady friend Tracey had prepared a bounty of food, and it all was delicious (the unmeaty, uncheesy parts, anyhow). Jason, Kayla, Michael, Josh (I think), and I had a shot* of tequila.
Jason (my shot buddy) and I discussed the plan of attack for the evening, and decided to do another shot. We toasted. I don't remember what I toasted to. I can't remember if we sat down in between or not, but we had another shot. Jason toasted to his new plot he came up with at work that day (and I really hope that works out well for him!), and I, ironically, toasted to not getting sick. Or maybe that's what I toasted to the other time. Hell, I don't remember.
At some point, I got a beer** and some chips. I sat on the couch and proceeded to take pictures and spill the chips all over the floor. I got more chips at some point, and I think I spilled those, too. I asked Chris Ward if I could wear his hat later. He said yes, but I never got the chance to wear it.
Kayla then asked me to do a shot, so I, of course, did. I'm a glutton for punishment. Seemingly a few minutes later, we did another. I don't remember much of that.
Later, I woke up in Ward's spare room, covered in vomit, on an air mattress. Michael fussed at me for making a mess. I yelled at him. "Let's go home." "NO!" "C'mon, you've made a mess here." "YES! NO! YES!" "Let's just go home." "YES! NO!" "Kitties love you... c'mon, they're at home waiting on you. You love kitties, don't you?" "NO! YES!" I vaguely remember this.
I went to sleep.
I woke up alone. I heard counting... "...NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN!..." I drifted off again.
I woke up freezing cold.
I went back to sleep.
I woke up.
I went to the bathroom and puked.
I slipped some water and puked again.
Michael took me home, and I thought I was going to DIE Sunday.
Lesson learned: I already knew it was stupid to drink so much so quickly. However, I did learn something new the next day (Sunday), and that was that butter rice cakes aren't altogether unpleasant when they come back out the way they went in.
* 1 shot = a rough estimate in a Solo cup
** Mike's Hard Limeade
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posted by Jennifer at 1/03/2006 08:58:00 PM