I don't get ridiculously drunk often, but I do like to drink often. I only get ridiculously drunk when I'm a bit depressed. (Probably not good for me, but whatever, it happens)
Anyway, I was at a such party and fairly depressed a few days ago. I didn't know a lot of the people there, so people wanted to play a drinking game for an icebreaker, something I usually don't bother with, but I decided to be social and go on with the game, so at least then I'd have an excuse to get sh*tty drunk.
Well, I wound up playing Kings, and a friend of mine made the rule that whenever your cell phone goes off, you have to finish your beer. We weren't allowed to turn our phones off, call, or text to warn people not to call us, and I kept getting Facebook updates because I'd updated my status a few minutes before the rule. Needless to say, I drank a lot.
I ended up puking a bit, then went downstairs where this girl I've kind of been into for a long time showed up. She got a little drunk, but I was gone. And then she started flirting with me.
We ended up in the guest bedroom, and I definitely had to leave in the middle of things to puke, stumbled back in, she was still feeling it, and then I totally had to go puke AGAIN and that time ruined it.
I really regret drinking that much. I'll never forget that experience, though. Ehhh.
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