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When I was young (too young) I drank myself into the hospital.
Since then I've always been a lot more careful about drinking.
I can usually hold my liquor and pace myself pretty well.
However I have this habit of drinking like someone who hates themselves..
__ (by which I mean.. I usually drink on an empty stomach with no chaser...)
My most recent drunk stupidity session wasn't that long ago.
Maybe just short of 2 months ago?
I was at my friend's (girlfriend's) birthday party.
I had helped them setup the party.
We went shopping for all the booze, got all of the decorations setup... So on and so forth.
__ (One thing that I should mention, not sure if it matters.. I'd had a lung infection during that time which I later attributed to mold in my household
__ Also on that very day, I'd had some weird painful heart ache or palpitation of some type. It was very quick, but my chest around my heart area hurt for hours
__ afterward. I asked a nurse about it and she said it was most likely stress-induced)
Anyways, later that day we got the party started. We started a little barbeque and all of the people started showing up.
I took a few shots here, and a few shots there. Had a beer here, and beer there. Drank with this friend, and had a cheers with that friend.
Everything seemed to be all good. Most people I talked to seemed to attribute my later overly-drunken state to the champagne.
I guess that's what fucked me up, it when I grabbed (one of) the champagne bottle(s) and started to horde it to myself.
The bubbles... f*ck those bubbles...
Anyways,... One thing I hadn't mention was that there was a lot of my coworkers there, in fact almost everyone there was a coworker of mine.
I ended up nearly passing out in the backyard puking on myself. Apparently I even did the stupid puke-passed while laying on your back thing (you know, the one that can get you killed...) Luckily my mate brought me in and kept an eye on me...
I basically woke up on the bathroom floor sometime between 4-6 am, sleeping on some pile of clothing near the toilet.
F*ck me I hadn't been that drunk in years.
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I guess maybe it's not that bad - or that embarrassing..
but I mean, I really didn't want to go get puke-all-over-yourself-shitfaced in front of a lot of my coworkers.
I had to work the next day too.
I showed up on time, showered and everything..
I clocked in on time, and just sat there like a zombie for 15 minutes.
Then I talked to my supervisor and just clock the f*ck out and went to a nearby friends house and crashed like a 747 on his couch.
__ Oh... good times.. good ti