back when alchopooping was all the rage…
so… my brother requested i start contributing to the loft… for my debut, i think i’ll chat a little about the interesting night i had last night. met up with a couple friends for happy hour. drank a couple toxic margaritas. we all went back to his place to sober up a bit before heading home. somehow “sobering up” turned into “i’m gonna run down to 7-11 to get more beer.” long and tedious story short – i’m puking by 10:30, passed out by 11:30, and hating life at 6:00 this morning. and, to cap off my already miserable wednesday morning, another wave of nausea hits and i’m getting a toilet facial again. now, i consider myself a pretty experienced drinker. i went to ucsb, i survived. but not until about 6 months ago did this “morning puke” thing ever effect me. i had heard whisperings of the morning after purge, but it didn’t make sense to me. day after alchopoops – sure. i’ll buy that. but puking? the day after? why? i’m fairly certain i purged the vile stuff the night before, what’s left besides shame and regret? a day of reckoning apparently. i gotta get back to my gatorade. happy hump day.
oh, and mikey – your stools will be delivered in 2-3 days. mikey loves bombo!
on March 28th, 2007 at 2:29 pm
awesome, welcome to the loft!
Just think, there is probably more to discover after “morning puke” as the years click on by.
on March 29th, 2007 at 11:25 am
Great story! Did you get to make out with anyone after the puking?
on March 29th, 2007 at 12:29 pm
alas… not this time. i think that was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. thanks for reminding me of that stellar moment, kt!