I really fucked myself up last night.
We went to a BYOB Halloween party over a friend’s house. Things started out ok. Matt and I went out shopping last minute for costumes yesterday afternoon. After much driving around, and much searching, we finally found what we were looking for. He was going as Clark Kent, so he got a blue Superman shirt to wear under a half-unbuttoned dress shirt. I was going as Peter Parker, so I got one of those spandex Spiderman costumes to wear under my jeans and button down shirt. The Spidey costume was one piece, and too big. So I cut the legs off the costume, turning it into a shirt. We then sewed me into the Spidey costume so that it was as form-fitted as possible.
Once we were ready, we swung by the liquor store. I picked up some Triple Black for the party, and a bottle of Captain Morgan’s for myself. At the party, we played some Munchkin, watched some movies, etc. I finished off the bottle of Cap’n and was feeling pretty drunk. I should have stopped there, but I didn’t. See, I have always been able to get drunk without any consequences. I’ve never had a hangover in my life, and I haven’t thrown up drinking since early high school.
My first mistake came when I, already drunker than anyone at the party, decided to join in on a drinking game. My second mistake came when I decided to mix coke, rum and everclear to use as my drink for said game. Long story short, I remember most of the game, then there’s a blank spot in my memory, then I have a brief recollection of lying flat on my back in the front yard, and then the next thing I remember is waking up in a chair in the living room, wearing a different shirt. I only know what took place after I blacked out thanks to Matt and Briana’s retelling, and the digital pictures as proof.
Apparently my brain had shut down, because I don’t remember any of this, but my body was still running for another two or three hours after I blacked out. I was puking like crazy in the front yard, I was unintelligable, and a total mess. At one point I puked all over the front of my costume, so they had to cut me out of it, after which I continued lying in the grass shirtless for a couple of hours. It’s a blessing that I did puke so much, because I was probably walking a very dangerous path to alcohol poisoning, and I would have woken up in much worse shape than I did if all of that alcohol had stayed in my system.
The only reason I got through last night was because of the friends I had around who took care of me. I have never, ever been that drunk in my entire life. I drank so much, that even after puking everything out of my system, I still woke up at 9am this morning drunk, and was drunk for the better part of the day. Needless to say, I’m in pretty rough shape today.
I learned a lesson the hard way last night. I’ve decided to swear off drinking for at least the next six months.