The following is a tale of woe or is it whoa? Perhaps it is both. I do not remember the year I do remember it was New Year’s Eve. I was in my early 20’s I was still drinking in those days. I was never an alcoholic but I did drink. I was still cocky and dumb and this should have been my wake up call. It wasn't.
My friend decided this would be the night that he got engaged to his now wife. See how that works? It is the way the process goes. Anyway, I brought a girl I was dating to the small gathering. I got started with the drinking early
As I mentioned I was dumb, I was throwing down cranberry juice and vodka, like it was juice, because it was sort of juice. I also did shots of Tequila Rose because I am secure enough in my manhood to admit that. Needless to say I got pretty drunk.
You ask “how drunk did you get?” Well imaginary person who I imagine asking this question. I became the emotional drunk when midnight hit my friend popped the question. She said yes. I was sitting in the same chair as the girl I brought. I immediately lost it. I started to cry, they were happy tears but it was out of character.
Anyway she did not leave me at the party, we woke the next morning and I asked her to drive to her house because I was not feeling great. We got to her house she got out we probably kissed, I mean I am totally kissable. I got back in my car and sped home. Things were about to happen, gross things.
I got home and I immediately “evacuated” my stomach stuff. The girl called and asked if I wanted to come and watch a movie later and I intended too. I lay down and fell asleep, with periods of evacuation. I chalked it up to a bad hangover. Oh and I slept through date night.
I woke up the next morning and I was dry heaving still I realized it might be more than a hangover…
Part 2 of this story tomorrow.