Odd night...
Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 9:59 am
Let me just start by saying...
Taco Bell + Alcohol = ONE BAD DECISION
I went to a little house party last night, nothing huge, just a few friends. We had a little alcohol, not much just some beers and a few shots, I was even tipped. We got hungry so we decided to go to Taco Bell. That was not a good decison. I must have had some bad dog meat Taco Bell because the next thing that I remember is walking down the hallway to the laundry room because I had hurled on my sheets! It couldn't have been the alcohol becasue I only had four beers and a few shots, and that was over three and a half hours.
The key thing was the last thing I remember was walking to Taco Bell. I don't even remember hurling at all. I just have little blips in my memory of going to the laundry room in my boxers and going to get my sheets later that night. My roomate said that I looked fine and I even talked to him. I just looked at my computers history and I even went on the internet. The weird thing was that I don't remember a thing.
I woke up before my alarm for class at 8:30 feeling just fine (accept for the massaive confusion of what the fuck just happend). I couldn't find my backpack, so I don't know where the fuck that is. I just grabbed a folder and went to class at 9:00 but while I was in there, I began to burn up and feel sick to my stomach. The second class got out, I made a bee-line right to the bathroom. I must have shit ten tons. I sat there for 20 minutes still feeling like shit. I got enough strength to walk back to my room, but on the way I had to lay down in the grass to cool off. After about 15 minutes, I got up again and made it back to my room.
I have come to the conclusion that it had to be the Taco Bell, it couldn't have been the alcohol because I have had way more than what I had and been fine before. I just got done Frebreze bombing my room because it smells like ass. Anyways, just thought I'd share my odd night, at least what I remember of it.
Later, homies.
Mike
Taco Bell + Alcohol = ONE BAD DECISION
I went to a little house party last night, nothing huge, just a few friends. We had a little alcohol, not much just some beers and a few shots, I was even tipped. We got hungry so we decided to go to Taco Bell. That was not a good decison. I must have had some bad dog meat Taco Bell because the next thing that I remember is walking down the hallway to the laundry room because I had hurled on my sheets! It couldn't have been the alcohol becasue I only had four beers and a few shots, and that was over three and a half hours.
The key thing was the last thing I remember was walking to Taco Bell. I don't even remember hurling at all. I just have little blips in my memory of going to the laundry room in my boxers and going to get my sheets later that night. My roomate said that I looked fine and I even talked to him. I just looked at my computers history and I even went on the internet. The weird thing was that I don't remember a thing.
I woke up before my alarm for class at 8:30 feeling just fine (accept for the massaive confusion of what the fuck just happend). I couldn't find my backpack, so I don't know where the fuck that is. I just grabbed a folder and went to class at 9:00 but while I was in there, I began to burn up and feel sick to my stomach. The second class got out, I made a bee-line right to the bathroom. I must have shit ten tons. I sat there for 20 minutes still feeling like shit. I got enough strength to walk back to my room, but on the way I had to lay down in the grass to cool off. After about 15 minutes, I got up again and made it back to my room.
I have come to the conclusion that it had to be the Taco Bell, it couldn't have been the alcohol because I have had way more than what I had and been fine before. I just got done Frebreze bombing my room because it smells like ass. Anyways, just thought I'd share my odd night, at least what I remember of it.
Later, homies.
Mike
