I was 21 in 1989 & had just left my boyfriend of 3 years. He’d been too controlling. We never went anywhere & I could barely breathe without his okay. To get me out & meeting new people, a friend (not related to my ex in any way,) invited me to a wedding reception. I accepted.
The bar was open & I took advantage of it. Not much for hard liquor, I stuck to beer all afternoon. At one point another friend of mine approached & gave me a cup of scotch. I didn’t know it was scotch & by then, I certainly wasn’t about to sip it. Down it went--about 3 shots worth, all at once. I immediately felt sick, but managed to keep it down. Somehow it had slipped my mind that mixing drinks really doesn’t agree with me, but I would be reminded of it soon enough...
Needless to say, after guzzling the scotch (on top of all the beer,) it was time for me to go home. I didn’t embarrass myself at the party--yet--but I was getting stumbly & my friend was looking out for my best interests. I barely remember the ride home, but evidently I’d dropped a lit cigarette on my skirt, because the next day I found that skirt with a one foot diameter hole in the lap.
It was a hot Summer in Canada, with temperatures well above 100F. The air conditioner in my apartment was in my living room, which had a door that closed it off from the rest of the unit, keeping it nice & cool. I got some water to drink & a large pot to be sick in & went to sleep on my couch, too exhausted to even take off my clothes.
I was violently ill soon after & got sick all over myself, unable to even make it to the pot on the floor next to the couch. Still too tired & sick to deal with anything, I pulled off the now puke-stained clothes & went back to sleep. I woke again soon afterward for another bout of vomiting, but this time there were no clothes to take off--I’d thrown up all over myself. I got up & stumbled for the door, naked & covered in puke, heading to the bathroom to clean myself up.
I opened the door to the rest of my apartment & stepped through...to find my kitchen full of friends playing cards. Evidently they'd decided to move the party to my place, unbeknownst to me. Fortunately I was sick enough that I didn’t even care & my friends proved to be true; the incident was never mentioned again.
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Naked and covered in puke in front of your friends — Ouch! And yet also hilarious.
Hey Lana,
Love the story! I'm a scotch fan, but have had a few bad moments of my own.
I don't like scotch either.-I have a story about an experience with it when I was in high school.-Other than the few mishaps-did you still have a good time?-just kidding.
Amy; Fortunately all involved parties were good humored about it, including me.
Michelle; I'm SOOOOO done with scotch! Actually I rarely drink at all these days. I find it difficult even to have more than a few sips of beer. Just not my thing.
Larry; Heck yeah...Great time, actually! Had I been less drunk & sick, I probably would have reacted much worse to "the predicament," so this was one hangover I was grateful for. *L*
I have a similar experience from many moons ago involving Jack Daniels. I cannot even stand the smell of the stuff now... Well written. Loved it!
Honey, you know I love you, but I'm thinking I might not have wanted to hug and kiss you at that moment. Maybe I'd have taken you out in the yard and sprayed you down with the hose first.
Ah, a Jimi Hendrix story ;)
For me, it was Goldschläger -- and Ouzo. Blech to this day.
Mike; Ah, the folly of youth. *L*
Charles; I definitely needed it.
Erik; Gads, don't mention Goldschlager & Ouzo! I'm SOOO glad I don't drink anymore!
Och, lassie. Tha's no way to treat the wee dram!
:-)
Great Story, Lana!
Steve; Evidently not, since the "wee dram" really came back & kicked my @$$!
Billy; It would be better if it weren't true. <:\ *L*
Oh MY!!
What great friends too :-D
Miladysa; Yes, I was truly blessed!
Glad you can laugh about it now! Now those are good friends, indeed. :)
Great story, and I voted fer ya!
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