My first time really drinking way to much was at my brother’s wedding in TX. I thought it would be a wonderful idea to try and keep up with my brother and his highschool friends, granted they have been heavy drinkers since highschool and all way about 200-250lbs. I weigh in at about 140lbs on a good day and have 7 years less drinking experience then they do. So I thought sounds like a good idea. I showed up at around 2 o’clock and sure enough they are in the pool drinking, and right away I find myself with a beer in my hand, then another, then up to the room, and another, then we have a car ride over to the weeding gig. We all get put into a small cramped room and just as the complaining started happening beer showed up, funny how that works. So sure enough I had a beer, then I started getting all the beers my brothers friends didn’t want…. I don’t know why they thought the underaged skinny fuck should get the beers but what ever, wedding starts I’m off staring into space and swaying back and fourth with a stupid grin on my face. Fast forward to the mexican fruit punch drinks, boy were those good, who would have thought those contained alcohol, a good 6 or so of those laters and I found myself in the bathroom, how odd, hmmm… I remember throwing up, then I remember my dad coming in about 30 seconds later asking if I was alright, which I replied totally fine, then another like 2 minutes later my sister came in asking if I was okay. To which I replied totally fine, then another 2 minutes later my sister’s boyfriend came in asking if I was okay, for god sakes wouldn’t these people leave me alone… Well I found out later I had passed out inbetween these checkups and had acutally been in there for somewhere around an hour. I proceeded to throw up and have a terrible night.
The next morning… I recall everyone greeting me with a healthy grin and asking how I was, which I thought was normal since last night I was pretty drunk… I smiled and replied great and you? To which they walked by with a sort of lesser grin then when they first said hello. This happened another good 5 times, until my mom started complaining how unfair it was that I woke up totally normal and yet she wakes up with a hangover ever time she barely drinks! She confessed later she was hoping I’d have a terrible hangover and have to fly back home with it so that I would never drink again…
I soon found out I didn’t get hangovers, I could drink lots, and make fun of people who did, I never understood why servers would come to work hungover and not serve tables. Well as of 3 days ago I understand perfectly why. I drank way more than I actually remember drinking somewhere in the neighborhood of 8 drinks with around 2-3 oz’s of alcohol each… hmm I remember making inside the limo, throwing up, finding my bed, passing out, yelling at my dad 2 hours later because we planned to go skiing for his b-day weekend at 5am (I made it to bed at around 3am) I was super drunk don’t remember putting on clothes forgot my iphone charger and my camera (fail.) and passed out in the passenger seat. I’m guessing around 4 hours later I was woken up to my dad saying we are here (at the ski resort), I felt like death. I said I’ll be on the hill in a hour (famous last words). an hour later my dad calls. I feel like death, meagerly answer and explain my situation he says okay, I felt pretty guilty since this was my dad- son time I was skipping out on, so I tried to put clothes on, and throw up. I drank some water, and threw that up, rethought my guiltiness and decided to go to sleep. I threw up to the point where there wasn’t anything left, liquids came out of my body I didn’t know existed like glowstick status neon colors. I called back and was like I’m not gonna be able to ski today. Passed out again, I wake up to being boiling hot, tried to unlock the car door but the alarm went off… My dad took the keys because I guess he thought I would forget them in the car in my drunken state. FML. I sat there boiling hot with the car locked and the car alarm going off! FUCK! I moved all the shit in the back seat away from the sun and passed out laying in the back. My dad came back and am sure is laughing inside at me curled up in the shade of the car wearing only boxers. On the car ride to the hotel I threw up another good 4 times, I couldn’t eat or drink anything without throwing up, ate a peanut threw up, drank a sip of water threw up. Finally reached the hotel room, I walked in the room and passed out again. I woke up ate dinner and passed out. I slept for a grand total of 27 hours of the course of 33 hours.
And at the end of it all I could think of was my mom wanting so badly for me to have a hangover after my brothers wedding so I would never drink again! Little did she know what was in-store for me.
San Francisco – Southlake Tahoe CA, USA
-Mike
