Man, I felt like hell last night. I didn’t really drink that much…well, let’s see, 2.5 beers (24 oz. each), 3 shots of Jagermeister, 1 shot of Tuaca, and 1 shot of well tequila in 4 hours. Maybe that is a lot, but I also didn’t eat anything the whole day. Anyway, I went from being happy-buzzed-guy to scary-passed-out-drunk in one drink. I actually broke out in a cold sweat as if I had a fever and it broke right there at the bar, and I also destroyed one of the bar’s glasses. I won’t go into more detail, but it’s a good thing Jay is a cool bartender.
Right now I feel fine so I think that last shot of tequila did not agree with me at all. Right. It’s always that last one. Not the 4 before that.
I guess it’s time to do laundry. I’ll have to make sure I don’t watch the clothes spinning in the dryer…
No user commented in " Why, oh, why? "
Follow-up comment rss or Leave a TrackbackLeave A Reply