Just say no

So Brooke is talking about going to a party later on last night, she says I could come. Weeeeeellll.

I show up to the party and everyone is cool. Had a keg of beer, a LOT OF vodka, and one bottle of Bacardi 151. I'm never touching that crap again. That junk is just trouble. I've had it before but not in the quantity that I had last night and in the time frame.

They(being this guy and 2 other girls) were up at the bar doing shots. Well I say something to them and I say that I'll catch up. Personally I think the guy was feeding me a line of crap by telling me that they had all already did 3 shots of 151. One, the stuff tastes like gasoline and two, there is NO way a bunch of girls are going to just start shooting 151. Another tip off was that there was only ONE bottle of 151, which was brand new, and the bottle did NOT have 9 shots out of it. He was just opening the thing. oh and then before 10 minutes had passed I did another one.

Anyways I take the shots and I was cool for about 40 minutes. Then it got to minute 41 and it started to hit me and hit me FAST. Within the hour I was sweating. I go out and for the rest of the night, being about 45 minutes I'm passed out on the front lawn. I'm still concious and all, but everything spins if I close my eyes. Everyone asks me "you ok man" when they pass by me. And this one chick poured her beer on me! Which causes me to take off my shirt and then look like even MORE of a moron.

Mike offers to take me home and I gladly accept. I get in the car, roll down the window and before we get out of the complex I puke out his window. I FREAKING PUKED FROM ALCOHOL! Get home, grab a bucket, fill it with water, wash the puke off of his door and come inside. Strip off my clothes, try to type to a few people on AIM and then I went to the bed and passed-the-hell out.

And all of that caused me to have a small hangover and GAH I hate it. Never again... Never. And I didn't even get to talk very much to that pretty girl that works with Brooke, Ivona. I was planning on it, but the alcohol screwed me over.

Moral is.... Don't play with gasoline. You'll get burned