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Went out for a coworker's birthday the other night. As some of you may know, these days I put my degree to proper use by bartending at a fine-dining restaurant. The wait staff is younger (18-23) than I am (27); told them I'd come out for one (1) drink.
One vodka on the rocks turned segued into myself and a waitress asking for the bartender to bring us a beer, any beer. The ****er brought us ciders with a shot of fireball in them, tasted like ****. So I chugged the both of them while she went back and got us White Russians. Drank those, followed by birthday shots.
Then I went to the house party I said I would certainly not go to. Played bartender and made everyone do shots of vodka and Malibu black. **** music was played. Girls were wrestling. More shots, and I crossed the line into being ******ed drunk.
Went outside and puked. Smoked weed with the kids outside for no reason. At some point, I no longer had a nose ring. Ran into birthday girl and her sister, told them I was leaving and they offered to walk out to my car with me, aka talk me out of driving home.
Got to the car and sloppily kissed the birthday girl, despite the fact that I have a girlfriend and had puked roughly 15 minutes before. Got a positive reaction anyway, and made out with her on the hood of my car until her sister dragged her off.
Driving home, the car was spinning. I was about halfway there when it ****ing happened; projectile puked. All over my steering wheel, dash, and new clothes. ****ing rancid cider and vodka and buffalo wings.
Barely made it in the door. Woke up naked and confused five hours later and couldn't get back to sleep; had to work a double at the goddamn bar that day. Terrible, TERRIBLE hangover.
Cleaned my car out yesterday. Still smells like ****ing puke.
Figured this story would lighten the mood of the lounge a bit. Feel free to share your own recent misadventures.
One vodka on the rocks turned segued into myself and a waitress asking for the bartender to bring us a beer, any beer. The ****er brought us ciders with a shot of fireball in them, tasted like ****. So I chugged the both of them while she went back and got us White Russians. Drank those, followed by birthday shots.
Then I went to the house party I said I would certainly not go to. Played bartender and made everyone do shots of vodka and Malibu black. **** music was played. Girls were wrestling. More shots, and I crossed the line into being ******ed drunk.
Went outside and puked. Smoked weed with the kids outside for no reason. At some point, I no longer had a nose ring. Ran into birthday girl and her sister, told them I was leaving and they offered to walk out to my car with me, aka talk me out of driving home.
Got to the car and sloppily kissed the birthday girl, despite the fact that I have a girlfriend and had puked roughly 15 minutes before. Got a positive reaction anyway, and made out with her on the hood of my car until her sister dragged her off.
Driving home, the car was spinning. I was about halfway there when it ****ing happened; projectile puked. All over my steering wheel, dash, and new clothes. ****ing rancid cider and vodka and buffalo wings.
Barely made it in the door. Woke up naked and confused five hours later and couldn't get back to sleep; had to work a double at the goddamn bar that day. Terrible, TERRIBLE hangover.
Cleaned my car out yesterday. Still smells like ****ing puke.
Figured this story would lighten the mood of the lounge a bit. Feel free to share your own recent misadventures.
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