How to see in the new year my way.
Posted 01-01-2012 at 03:01 AM by STM
Updated 01-01-2012 at 03:03 AM by STM
Get very. Fucking. Drunk.
Last night was the first time I've ever been sick from drinking, boy isn't it gloriously fun? Problem started when I downed two pint sized glasses of vodka in the space of an hour. And God it makes me feel ill to even think about alcohol right now.
So I'm pretty much in and out of conciousness by 11 PM and all I can think of is...well, I don't remember, I don't believe I did much thinking, but I do remember overhearing someone warning someone else not to let me roll over onto my back because if I did I would choke on my own vomit. So some kind soul picked me up off my mates trampoline, and helps me down a flight of stairs at the bottom of the garden, indoors and to the toilet.
By this point, I know I'm absolutely fucked beyond all reasoning because I'm huddled over my mates toilet like some dishevelled little gremlin. A gremlin that can't stop throwing up.
At 1 AM, my mum turns up to take me home and finds me with sick on my hoody, amazingly I fired all of it either into the toilet bowl or onto me, so none of it on the poor guys floor. Thing is, it might not have been so bad had she not been waiting in the car outside the house for 30 minutes wondering where in the flying fuck I was. So I make a semi-coherent apology to the hosts father who looked more concerned about me than whether or not I made a mess on the floor. So he's gotta be the nicest guy in the world because I would have hit me square in the face and told me to get walking.
This is where it gets a little more funny. I proceeded to spend about an hour crying my eyes out about pretty much everything I could think of, including the scene in the new Planet of the Apes where the bloke with alzheimers drives his neighbours car into another car. Because you can't just go prodding and poking a guy with a mental illness, that's just not cricket.
Any way, after a long sleep, I've sobered up some...no headache, but if I walk too far the world starts spinning, oh and my stomach feels like it's going to implode. I also have to wonder what everyone's new perception of me is after last night, hopefully they'll mark it down to a one off and that I'm not a raging alcoholic. Which brings me onto my final point, if I can quit smoking...(although I'm in some debate as to whether or not I had a toke from someone's blunt last night) I can quit drinking. So, no more alcohol for me from now on.
What a way to break in 2012. I hope you lot had a better whack of it than I did. XD