PharmaPharmer
10-21-2007, 03:44 PM
With my bills in arrears, massive depression and anxiety plus 2 miserable crops in a row and recovering from a recent cold I've been pretty miserable on many fronts. It's not all bad there have definatly been some good moments but only moments. So I get just well enough from the cold and int oa state of semi-acceptance of how tough things are going to be for a good long while to get a little perspective. I felt like getting the hell out of the house and doing a little socializing. Not into the bars so much especially with the recent rash of shootings and stabbings in my quiet little college town s owhen the invite to a birthday party came I jumped on it.
Had a few drinks and toked some bowls before hand with a few friends before we headed t othe party. When we got there (about 10pm) everybody was alreqdy well liquored up and the lingering odor of pot could be dected a block away.
First thing I notice is that there's about a 5 to 1 girl to guy ratio. I make my way through the party and start getting called to take shots with my pals at the party. Johny Walker led to JD which eventually led to peach rum, Patron and some funky hot pepper Tequilla all loaded into a 6 bottle carosel.
Things were going great, I'm meeting hot girls and getting phone numbers, I'm feeling not pain and I'm doing a bit of networking. Then things started to go down hill.
I loaded a bowl of hash in my pipe and handed it to the birthday girl, havn't seen the pipe since. As I lost track of it I decided no big deal it will turn up so I set about making the rounds between the smokers ourside and those still kicking it inside. I shoot a few pics and chat it up pretty good with some old friends and new ones. Next thing you know I get knocked off the 2.5 foot deck pulling the keg over on top of me.
I'm "alright" on first apperance so i get back to the partying and drink a few more shots. I end up helping a frind do a keg stand and then it starts to get blurry.
At some point my keg standing friend becomes so drunk he's just running around and falling down and puking. He totally eats it in the front yard and stays down. The hostess and I hung out with him a bit to make sure he was not seriously injured but he is so tossed I had to pretty much carry him back in the house with a little ehelp from the hostess.
I end up starting to walk the 2 or 3 miles home when i decide a taxi is the better way to go since I am stumbling so much. The taxi driver takes forever and tries to rip me off thinking I'm so drunk I won't notice. I tell him I ought to cal lthe cops on him so he tries to pick a fight with me in my paarking lot. We shove back and fourth a little and i tell him with my best drunken slur that he's on survalence video and not only wil lI beat his ass if he persists but I'll see that criminal and civil charges will be filed.
I make it home and he starts calling my cell phone for the next few hours as I try to get as much water in me as possible expecting that i will not feel so well in the morning. He called and called till a little after 5am whe nI made it to bed.
next morning I awake still and not feeling too bad till I started to move a little. my lower and upper back are in terrible pain and moving is quite difficult. So I hit to couch in as comfortable a position as possible. Over the course of the next 6 hours my hangover starts to realy kick in. I'm puking, my head is killing me and I can't get enough water down to really battle the dehydration headache.
I ended up sleeping for most of the day between trips to the bathroom to dry heave or lost 75% of the last glass of water I drank. I still don't feel anywhere close ro right. My back is still killing me and I'm a zombie.
To top it off I finished off a 2nd digital camera in almost the exact same circumstance. at least that camera was already broken for the most part but now it's only good as a card reader.
I know it's all of my own doing but man i feel like shit. Seems like any time I get out and start having some fun (booze involved or not) something equally bad happens. If it isn't worsenign my knees from over doing it while hiking or eating it on my bike it's a hassle almost every time.
Had a few drinks and toked some bowls before hand with a few friends before we headed t othe party. When we got there (about 10pm) everybody was alreqdy well liquored up and the lingering odor of pot could be dected a block away.
First thing I notice is that there's about a 5 to 1 girl to guy ratio. I make my way through the party and start getting called to take shots with my pals at the party. Johny Walker led to JD which eventually led to peach rum, Patron and some funky hot pepper Tequilla all loaded into a 6 bottle carosel.
Things were going great, I'm meeting hot girls and getting phone numbers, I'm feeling not pain and I'm doing a bit of networking. Then things started to go down hill.
I loaded a bowl of hash in my pipe and handed it to the birthday girl, havn't seen the pipe since. As I lost track of it I decided no big deal it will turn up so I set about making the rounds between the smokers ourside and those still kicking it inside. I shoot a few pics and chat it up pretty good with some old friends and new ones. Next thing you know I get knocked off the 2.5 foot deck pulling the keg over on top of me.
I'm "alright" on first apperance so i get back to the partying and drink a few more shots. I end up helping a frind do a keg stand and then it starts to get blurry.
At some point my keg standing friend becomes so drunk he's just running around and falling down and puking. He totally eats it in the front yard and stays down. The hostess and I hung out with him a bit to make sure he was not seriously injured but he is so tossed I had to pretty much carry him back in the house with a little ehelp from the hostess.
I end up starting to walk the 2 or 3 miles home when i decide a taxi is the better way to go since I am stumbling so much. The taxi driver takes forever and tries to rip me off thinking I'm so drunk I won't notice. I tell him I ought to cal lthe cops on him so he tries to pick a fight with me in my paarking lot. We shove back and fourth a little and i tell him with my best drunken slur that he's on survalence video and not only wil lI beat his ass if he persists but I'll see that criminal and civil charges will be filed.
I make it home and he starts calling my cell phone for the next few hours as I try to get as much water in me as possible expecting that i will not feel so well in the morning. He called and called till a little after 5am whe nI made it to bed.
next morning I awake still and not feeling too bad till I started to move a little. my lower and upper back are in terrible pain and moving is quite difficult. So I hit to couch in as comfortable a position as possible. Over the course of the next 6 hours my hangover starts to realy kick in. I'm puking, my head is killing me and I can't get enough water down to really battle the dehydration headache.
I ended up sleeping for most of the day between trips to the bathroom to dry heave or lost 75% of the last glass of water I drank. I still don't feel anywhere close ro right. My back is still killing me and I'm a zombie.
To top it off I finished off a 2nd digital camera in almost the exact same circumstance. at least that camera was already broken for the most part but now it's only good as a card reader.
I know it's all of my own doing but man i feel like shit. Seems like any time I get out and start having some fun (booze involved or not) something equally bad happens. If it isn't worsenign my knees from over doing it while hiking or eating it on my bike it's a hassle almost every time.