All of my friends are making their way back to Vermillion for the beginning of a new semester. In these times, it seems only appropriate to celebrate. Friday seemed like the perfect day. I didn't have to work until 2 on Saturday so I'd have plenty of time to recover if it was needed. I got a new smoothie maker for myself for Christmas and I put it to use make coffee, Kahlua, and Bailey's smoothies. They were fantastic! Adrian even liked them and he doesn't like coffee. So after two pitchers of this, I decided to switch to my typical drug of choice in the form of wine. We'd had white wine with dinner and then I continued the trend and had a bottle of red while I was getting ready to go. Needless to say, this was already far too much alcohol for me. I'm not a regular drinker and this was only supposed to be a little light pre-gaming before bar time. I was feeling great when we left and headed to $.50 taps. While at the first bar, I thought it appropriate to consume 5 beers and 2 shots. Now I have officially reached way too much liquor for me. Another bar and 4 more shots later and I'm on liquor overload. If there was a hazard alarm...it would have been going off like crazy. I'd continue to tell you what happened, but I don't remember. I remember getting to the second bar and then the next thing I knew, I woke up in my bed wearing skinny jeans and no shirt. One of the lenses was missing from my glasses and I felt absolutely awful. My friends tell me that after we closed the 2nd bar, we went to a hot dog place across the street where I proceeded to lose my dignity in front of everyone. I'm absolutely mortified by this information. I have prided myself on my ability to not vomit after drinking. I pride myself more on not vomiting in front of people ever. All good things must come to an end.
I spent all day yesterday miserable. I called in sick to work for the first time ever because of drinking. I laid on my couch and died all day. I couldn't even keep crackers and water down. I started running a fever and had chills. All of the days activities have led me back to a life of being a recluse for a while. I clearly don't drink often enough to know my limits and I'd rather not find out the hard way again. So after I start being able to smell alcohol without gagging again, I plan to pace myself more. As I'm still feeling slightly like death, I don't see alcohol in my future for a good long while. Its not for everyone and this weekend has proven that it might not be for me. Oh bar time...I shall not miss you.
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