It's Tuesday and I still feel like utter shit.
So on Sunday night I had a Scream movie marathon with a few of my buddies and the girl I'm interested in. We knew it'd be a bit of a booze up, so we all brought a little something to celebrate with. What was to be a paced, fun night quickly turns into a binge, as we do copious shots and mix our drinks. I had never been 'thoroughly' drunk before, so I was unsure of my limits. As such, I just kept going and consumed a LOT in the space of 4 hours.
Things were going pretty well for a while. I get to holding the girls hand and cuddling up to her, but then it fucking hits me. My head is spinning and my guts are jumbled. I go outside to get some fresh air, but it's no use. I'm incredibly tired from having a terrible sleep the night before and a long day that Sunday, which doesn't help at all. I come back inside shortly after and try to slink off to 'bed' without anyone noticing. In my drunken grace I stumble on the stairs and alert everyone of my leaving. They protest, but I know I just can't kick on.
I go to lie down, hoping I can pass out before anything happens. Unfortunately the Jagerbomb made on V Energy Drink didn't allow for this, so I lay quite awake as a war is waged within my stomach. I know all too well what is going to happen, and begin to crawl from the bedroom to the bathroom. Surely enough, I end up hurling into the toilet twice, surprisingly with little pain. I stumble back to my room and lie down again, however am still unable to sleep. I manage to shoot off a text to my friend downstairs asking him to get me some water, so he does. I drink up and then just lie there for what feels like an eternity. I'm consumed by self-pity and hate, and I feel absolutely fucking terrible. It's 2am and I'm the only sick one at the party. This awful feeling is worsened when they boot up Guitar Hero: Metallica. I start to puke again, this time all over the timber flooring of the upstairs room, before finally falling asleep and waking up at 6am, still not entirely sober.
I find out my mess in the bathroom was found, resulting in everyone, including the girl, knowing of my inability to handle my drinks.
I get driven home and sleep for a bit, then for the rest of the day I feel ashamed and embarrassed. I feel like a complete fool and as 'tame' as this may seem to some of the heavyweights of GAF I don't particularly plan on drinking again for a very long time.