Tuesday, November 2, 2010
dip shit halloween.
After recently bragging to my family members about “having never barfed after drinking” I may have spoken too soon. Normally I pace myself and drink periodically throughout the night but for some reason it seemed logical to me, to down a Long Island Ice Tea, merely to get a quicker buzz. Big mistake! Instead of getting tipsy, I wound up being straight up drunk as a skunk! I'm a creature of habit when it comes to my drunken debauchery; I drink what I like and always, what I can handle. Alas, it never fails when I try something new!
Needless to say, I should in fact, stick to what I know. The worst of the situation was later on in the evening after the drinking and dancing. I sat on my buddy, James' couch, all of sudden unable to control my up-chuck reflex. I don't think this would have been a problem had James' toilet not been broken. After my profuse apologies to James, he gave me permission to relieve my nauseated stomach. I proceeded to throw up three times. But while this blessed event is happening, my other buddy Zack enters the bathroom seemingly concerned about my health but is rapidly disgusted to see the outcome. I mean... he came in asking me “Jenessa, are you okay?” but then continues to say “Ugh! That's fucking disgusting!” Of course I reply with “Ah... duh? Dip shit! I just threw up. But thanks for asking.”