When I finished High School a mate had a house party. Drank a litre bottle of (cheap) vodka in about 3/4 of an hour, then started getting off with this girl I liked in the bathroom, at some point during this I turned around and puked in the sink. Several times. Crawled through to one of the bedroom floors and slept there. Woke up in the morning, stumbled through to this friend's kitchen and nearly hurled at the sight of the last drop of Strongbow in a bottle.
And then a few months later I went to my step-sister's wedding, started drinking about 4 in the afternoon, was done by about half 10, had to get driven home early. Some people apparently weren't impressed with this, but to be frank, I'm not impressed with what these people define as the point of a party.
Since then, I don't think I've chundered from drinking since. Iron stomach, Huzzah!
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Oh, and the worst I've ever seen someone was last year when we were all 17, this guy who clearly didn't drink much at all (if anything) got practically paralytic from a few beers. Obviously people posed with him first, then I think eventually someone was concerned enough to call an ambulance.
And then a few months later I went to my step-sister's wedding, started drinking about 4 in the afternoon, was done by about half 10, had to get driven home early. Some people apparently weren't impressed with this, but to be frank, I'm not impressed with what these people define as the point of a party.
Since then, I don't think I've chundered from drinking since. Iron stomach, Huzzah!
Captcha: Belt up. Captcha understands.
Oh, and the worst I've ever seen someone was last year when we were all 17, this guy who clearly didn't drink much at all (if anything) got practically paralytic from a few beers. Obviously people posed with him first, then I think eventually someone was concerned enough to call an ambulance.