Well as for my bad experience.... I went to a friends house after I got off work. I had never drank before, and everyone was wasted already since I had to work until like 11pm. So I started drinking heavily. I slammed down about 12-13 beers in 45 mins, while doing shots of something (dont even remember) while drinking the beer.
After all that hit me, I was so wasted I dont even remember the next part. Apparently some new friends showed up and werent drunk, and they said that I opened a brand new bottle of Seagrams Vodka, one of the huge bottles, and by the time they tried to stop me, I chugged the entire bottle in one slug. Thats what about 5-6 people tell me at least. I guess I was so drunk I didnt even realize what I did and went on about how much better I felt right after chugging the bottle.
THE NEXT DAY
7am - My dad wakes me up in my friends living room. I wouldnt answer my phone since I was passed out completely and I had to volunteer for my Bright Futures scolarship (how ironic) at the vets office. My dad proceeds to drive me home since I was way too drunk to drive my own car home.
7:15am - I get home, puke everywhere. In the driveway, the bathroom, my kitchen, etc. I guess my punishment was that I had to still do the volunteer hours.
8am - We arive at the vets office, with me puking out of the window of the car the whole way there. My dad drops me off and I say hi to the receptionist and proceed to walk into the bathroom and lay down on the floor. I take a 2 hour nap with the bathroom door locked.
10am - After checking out the puke I left on the bathroom floor and sink I stumble into the back where they deal with the animals. I have to hold onto something, be it a counter, wall, cage, etc the entire way. For about an hour I stood in the back room, just looking like a drunken *******, and kept going back to the bathroom whenever I felt the need to puke.
11am - I proceed to fall through the double swinging doors into the operating room, where they are spaying a car. The doctor explains some details about it to me, none of which I recall or cared about. The main thing on my mind was not falling into the table of scalpals or messing up the operation by accidentally bumping the table. This whole operation took about 45 minutes.
11:45am - Back in the main back room now, where they are clipping nails, taking crap samples, etc. I stumbled around a bit more then finally sat down on the ground. At this point they asked me if I would rather lay down. So I did. Unfortunately they meant upstairs. 3 of the employees help me walk up the stairs, which I had to basically crawl up on my hands and knees. At this point I was still so drunk that I couldnt even really stand on my own.
12pm - Walking into the upstairs bathroom, I spit up some into the sink and take a shit in the toilet. Seeing that I had run out of toilet paper, I finished wiping my *** with the bare cardboard roll.
12:30pm - Since I was in no rush, I took my time taking a shit. I walk through a little gym they have upstairs, luckily not trying to get a work out in. I find this room with some chairs, a TV, ping pong table, and a PS2. I remember the PS2 is the doctors son's from times before that I had volunteered. Fiddling with it for about 10 minutes, I couldnt figure out that I had to match up the red, yellow, and white connectors, so no ATV Offroad Fury for my drunk ***.
12:15pm - Still absolutely wasted beyond belief, I find a couch. I lay down and sleep for what was about 2 hours.
2:30pm - I get a phone call from a friend checking to see how I was from the night before. SUPPOSEDLY I puked on him when he was sleeping. I think he is just wanted to make me feel bad, but Im not sure. I wasnt able to answer my phone so he just left me a messge. Something didnt feel right. My stomach hurt. I puked all over the couch, floor, and ping pong table. This isnt just puke, its puke that smells like vodka. My saliva tastes like vodka. I smell like vodka. The whole room smells like vodka.
2:45pm - Feeling horrible and somewhat emberassed I call my parents almost in tears for them to get my because I was still so drunk/tired/sick/etc. I lay back down and wait for them to come. When they get there I pull the couch over the puke on the floor (like it mattered since it was ON the couch too, as well as the ping pong table).
3:15pm - I get home and keep puking, still absolutely drunk beyong belief.
THE NEXT DAY
11am - Its already the day after the incident at the vets office. I wake up, and Im still pretty buzzed and I have a hard time keeping balance. My stomach woke me up and I kept puking.
6pm - Dinner is ready and I still feel sick to my stomach, and Im still pretty tipsy. Luckily no more puking at this point.
THE NEXT DAY
1pm - I wake up and my stomach feels fine, I was not drunk, and I have no hangover. I win. //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/fyi.gif.9f1f679348da7204ce960cfc74bca8e0.gif
Cliffs:
Got drunk
Had to volunteer
Puked everywhere
Puked more
Was still drunk 2 days later
Puked some more
