I shouldn't drink wine
It was a boiling hot summers day and I was already feeling woozy from the heat. Now the only alcohol I can drink in this sort of heat is beer, nice cold beer. But we had wine.. 18 bottles of it.
My friends and I decided to start drinking. I quickly passed the stage of being aware that I didnt actually like the taste of wine, and an hour in I was pished. By now I had drunkenly stumbled to the toilet several times, knocking over glasses and headbutting mirrors.
Returning to the table outside, I recall deciding that yes, I was definitely too drunk to be around people any more, and in fact, i might just be sick. I was staying at a friends so somehow stumbled up the stairs to her bedroom.
From this point things went a little blank.. I recall waking up lying on a vomit soaked mattress, sick all over the pillow, bits in my hair.
And then I looked at the floor. The floorboards to be precise, and the puddles of my sick that were dripping between the cracks.
At this point I decided that I needed to do something about it, having also discovered I had sicked in a pair of my friends shoes.
Stumbling to the bathroom I grab a sopping wet flannel from the sink and proceed to slosh it all over the floor, attempting to push the sick further down the cracks.
I then fell asleep, only to wake in the morning to my friends brother discussing with their mum what was on the flannel that he had 'almost washed his face with.'
(elless, Thu 7 Jan 2010, 23:39, Reply)