Drink, Puke, Repeat

As Justin said, Redfield had us over to his newish place for drinks. MJ, Redfield's lovely lady, was kind enough to lend us a decently pricey bottle of tequila they had scored for super cheap to hold over Jooj and myself for the rest of the evening. Actually, as far as I know, Redfield and Mj provided ALL the booze that was consumed, including several types of beer. Many thanks to you kids for your generosity!

My total came out to something like 2 chugged beers and 8 tequila shots (maybe not a record, but good enough for me). Oddly enough, the drive home was uneventful. I haven't been drinking much due to the Class 3 Medically Ranked Fire Hole that is continuously burning through the walls of my stomach, but as I told Justin, "You gotta drink when the spirit says drink." I am an idiot.

I was also the only one who had to get up early in the morning, having made an appointment with my college counselor several weeks prior to Redfield's sporadic shenanigans. I have never felt hungover, so to speak, but often I wake up on the morning after feeling like the alcohol is just sitting in my muscles, in my bones, slowly poisoning me throughout the day. At one point, hours after I'd woken up, I drank a glass of water and promptly threw it up. I threw up WATER!!! What has to be broken inside for you to throw up something as simple and as precious as water? Sure, 375 ml tequila, no problem. 6 oz of water and my body says "Fuck off" to me? What gives?!

Anyways, I can't even remember if we still make comics anymore. Maybe I can find a napkin around and scribble something up. Happy Monday, everybody! For me, college Fall session resumes this Thurs., so expect a decrease in updating frequency. (Tries to stifle bubbly, girlish laughter).

-WJ

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Monday, August 20, 2007 at 5:41 PM
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