Written during the evening of Sunday, September 27th, 1998...
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Well, if it weren't for a few really good friends last night, I'd probably still smell really, really bad. It started out as a harmless barbeque with friends. There was booze and I was really feeling the need to get tipsy. However, I didn't take my time. I drank the hard stuff and paid the price. There were no blackouts or anything that serious, but there are a few sketchy details.
It was a get-together with friends I was attending. There was a silly horseshoe tourny and lotsa food and friends. I started out lightly mixing my drinks with koolaid. Well, I don't really remember getting from point A to point B. Before I knew it friends had to hold me up and I ended up outside, passed out on the lawn. It was a very good thing that I had friends there to hold my bowl in front of my face. The worst part of the evening was the dry heaving... feeling the need to get sick but nothing coming up. Later on the gracious and adorable host, Paul, let me borrow some of his clothes and shower. Also, my best friend in the whole world (she's known as Nia at FortuneCity, also a co-minister in GreenField) took care of me and stuck around making sure that I was alright... and I can't forget Mick or the other two guys who held me up when I was staggering outside. [Personal note: thanks for everything, guys! Watch me a little closer at the next party, will you? hee hee...] It will probably be a good six months before I ever drink that much again... I'd like to say that I've learned my lesson and that this will not happen again in the future, but I was told all too often that I'd have to repeat this mistake another 20 times or so before it would get through my head. We can always hope I learn faster next time, though. |
Guys, please don't follow my lead and believe this is an acceptable way to act. It's nothing I'm proud of.