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Originally posted by Mister_Ruysbroeck
Now, the question is: do you think getting drunk is fun?
I don't think it is.
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Could not agree more. The story I told before that let to my public emetic episode was completely unintentional. I was at "buzz only" stage when I was indoors, but when I left, I had the works: dizziness, head spinning, could barely walk...
When I got home, I just collapsed on the floor. My husband wanted to help me up so I could sleep in the bed, and I just said, "NO! Just DRAG me!!" I seriously couldn't even stand up. Gross.
I cannot remember when (either before or since) I have felt so awful the next morning. I tried to call some friends who are heavy partiers** for some remedy recommendations, but the sense I got was that time was the only healer.
I found the only healer to be good 'ol fashioned emesis (although, I would have preferred this remedy to have been applied in the confines of a bathroom -- or even a nearby garbage can...). When I told my secretary what happened when I got to work, she could not stop laughing. That bitch. ***
**I would ordinarily not use this word, but as it has been bandied about today, I thought it would be self-referentially ("self" being the board) ironic to use it now -- so how do all y'all like it?
***Actually, not a bitch at all, but a real peach. It just sounded better calling her a bitch.
