Partytime, Excellent - Err, Scratch That!

Don't mix your alcohol. Take it from me.

Last night, I was at a party, having a good time and got talked into doing a beer bong after I had just sucked down a black spiced rum/coke and a vanilla vodka/orange slice drink. I knew it would be bad if I did, since I really fucking hate the taste of beer, and this wasn't good beer either - it was Bud Light or some retarded shit like that.

So, I start to guzzle it and can't finish what's left in the tube, since someone poured more than 24 ounces in it. To a non-beer drinker - that equals hell! I was pretty proud of myself for actually giving it a try, but the beer burps of the aftermath were fucking gross. I'm surprised I didn't toss the food I had eaten right before, right then.

I think I ended up having 2 more mixed drinks, this time with pomegranate vodka/cranberry juice and another what I like to call creamcicle. (I really should know better than to mix my hard alcohol)

The party was ending, people were passing out, leaving... so it was time for us to go too. Cupcake plays designated driver since my boyfriend had too much to drink and I can't drive a stick, if my life depended on it. So, I'm sitting in the back seat and they're in the front babbling away about his car the whole way home, until it hits me.

That's right, something bad is about to go down and it isn't any road head.

I didn't have time to say, "pull over, I'm about to hork", and instead just started letting loose on the backseat floor. Hey at least I had the decency not to get it on the actual seat, give me some credit there! I guess it would have been more courteous of me to try rolling down the window and hopefully, not have it fly back in my face, but that probably would have made me sick even more.

So, I'm in the backseat puking my guts out and I hear them ask me, "are you puking?" Why yes, yes I am. Only I didn't answer because well, I was puking AND it was an obvious answer!

My boyfriend was a little mad since it's his car and there's a big mess in the back on the floor. I really couldn't help it, but thankfully he loves me enough to clean up my vomit. They dropped me off and quickly ran to go clean it up at a self service car wash place, while I continued to NOW pray to the porcelain gods. I don't remember much after that, but apparently my boyfriend said I was laying in the bathroom with my pants off and my panties half down. Don't ask me what I was doing there, because I couldn't tell you.

I'm just thankful I made it in the bed without anymore interruptions or the fucking spins.

And now I'm sitting here with a hangover from hell, since my body is still not fully recovered and it's been almost 24 hours.

Ahh, no more alcohol for at least a month or week.