Drunken excursions

I have never had a negative experience with drinking. I've had negative experiences with living while drinking, sure, but who hasn't?

Anyway, one of the most amazing drunken adventures I had was (and this is just a piece) the New Year's before last. Three latinos came over to me and, after a conversation of broken, slurred Spanglish, gave me a bottle of Tequila that was 3/4 full and a champagne flute.

I drank it all. Next thing I know I'm wide eyed and way too awake inside a church smack dab in the middle of a sermon by some exchange priest from Uganda. After the service I got wrangled into going out to breakfast with them. Food never looked so bad.

How ya doing, buddy?

Encephalon, that is so fucking true. That was the absolute worst hangover of my life. Pure agony for at least six hours. Couldn't even sleep through it. FU Oct. 1st.

Haha Hitch, what was the food? Or do you mean that you felt so horrible you had no appetite?

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

I'm more interested about how he knew about the exchange priest from Uganda if the binge was that bad.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

I knew because I went out to breakfast with him after. I usually retain all memory of the events if I stay awake.

And OO, the food was delicious. I was just too.. too.. oh.. vomit. You know? Also, I'll find you, jackass. Don't push me.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Last weekend I was at a punk concert until 2am, and since test-tubes of Jagermeister were only £1 I went through about 20 of them juding by how much change I had left at the end of the night. Anyway, I got home and the last topic of conversation before I went tottered off into the night was how much of a jerk one of our friends was being to another recently; so sure enough when I got back home I ended up urinating all over his room.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?