Burnt Toast

With a lack of anything really interesting going on right now, I will share with you all the story that led me to the aforementioned conclusion.

So, my girlfriend (physion) and another of my friends decided to go to our friend Taka’s Halloween party.  He has a house in Downtown Albany that is THE party house, and always manages to throw a great bash.  We scrounged together our cash, wet out and bought some $40 worth of vodka and soda, (We were stocking up for future parties as well)  then headed to the party.

When we arrived, the party was already in full swing.  Music blaring, strobe lights flaring,  and hordes of friends in various states of intoxication.  Not being the kind of people that waste any time, we quickly jumped into the festivities, drinks in hand.  (black cherry soda+black cherry vodka=GOD)  After about 30 minutes and three or four drinks, the girlfriend and I stumble across our friend Ashua. (that’s his twitter name, but the bum hasnt updated in weeks)  Needless to say, Ashua, Physion, and myself are gigantic fans of Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog.  If you haven’t seen it, shame on you, and go watch it now.  Our dedicated fandom coupled with our intoxicated state led to several rousing choruses of the “Bad Horse” theme song, which also happens to be the name of the aforementioned cocktail.  After much loud and slightly slurred speaking, followed by a few more drinks, I decide I am thoroughly drunk and It’s time to stop.  My friend Matt of course will have none of that and convinced me that its “ok” for me to have “one more drink”.  After acquiescing to his request, he goes and pours me a mug half full of vodka, then tops it off with some soda for color.  He does the same for Physion, and hands them to us both.  Now when I am drunk, as I am sure is the case for many of us, my judgement is impaired.  Severely impaired in this case.  I down my drink, and Physion hands me her’s, because she is sober enough to realize that that much alcohol is a bad idea.  Im not sure why she decided to hand it to me, but i had no such compunctions.  A few moments later her cup is empty, and I am not feeling so well.  This is where the story goes from “what i can remember” to “what people said happened”.

The rest of the night quickly went south as some unfortunate soul consumed even more alcohol than me, and Physion had to call ambulance.  At this point I was carried home across the street by Physion and our friend Eric.  Physion told my roommate to take my key so i wouldn’t be encouraged to stumble back outside.  Well, after a few minutes I got restless and decided to go searching for everyone else.  Not having my key to get back in was not at all on my mind, and my roommate wasn’t about to physically restrain me, so I managed to stumble back across the street, past the ambulance, and back into the house.  On the way I am surprised that the only injury I incurred was a bruised rib from falling on a bike.  Once back inside I told Physion that everything was ok, and that the poor girl with alcohol poisoning was asleep on my couch.  She of course wasn’t, I was just too drunk to know reality from non-reality.  Physion gets me back home and into bed.  This is where my memory completely leaves me and the rest of the story is Physion’s account.

Evidently we get to bed and I start looking not so good.  Physion is laying next to me and gives me a little shake and asks if I was ok.  My response was to vomit uncontrollably all over my bed, walls, floors, clothes, and her.  She spent the next hour tossing everything in the tub and rinsing it off, then putting it in a tub for me to wash the next day.  Evidently the whole time this was happening I followed her around being belligerent about wanting to go to bed.  She was very patient with me.

The next morning, I wake up feeling like I was hit by a truck.  (and yes, I do actually know what this feels like.  Another story for another time.)  I go to the bathroom, and only then realize that i was wearing different clothes than  I went to bed in.  Physion told me the story from the night before, then left to de-stress

So, end result was a horrible night, a HORRIBLE hangover, and a lot of laundry, not to mention a cranky girlfriend for a few days.  This is why now, I  pour my own drinks.

p.s. The girl with alcohol poisoning was ok.