Friday night I blacked out. My story.

Friday night was here at last. All through the week we all had been looking forward to Friday, as there was going to be a "shit ton of liquor" at this one chicks apartment. I had worked until 9:00 that evening, and I got off work and I was just thinking, "time to get fucked up". I was the last one to arrive at the party, everybody there was slightly drunk already. I remember thinking that I needed to chug a bunch of alcohol to get on their levels. Keep in mind I'm about 5'6".

So I smashed an 1/8 bottle of whiskey and took 5 shots of Jagermeister, all in the span of about 5 minutes. Now, I had only drunk a few times before this date, so I've never gotten this shit-faced in my life. I wiped my mouth with my hand and sat down on the couch, sipping on some vodka and Mtn Dew mixed. That's the last thing I remember. What happened after that I've only been able to kind of piece together based on what my friend told me. Apparently, I threw up at least once out in the living room, so they brought me to her room, where I proceeded to vomit all over the floor, and piss?? in the corner for some damn reason.

At about 2:30, this one friend is really scared about me, so he takes me down out of the apartment, after being hit in the nose twice by my drunken ass. He takes my keys and puts me in the passenger seat, and he drives my car and me over to my house. When we arrive he runs up to the door, slams on the doorbell a bunch of times. My mother was awake for some reason haha and came to the door right away. She opens the door to see him running out to my car shouting that he had me in the car and that I was in bad shape. As they carry me into the living room, I'm basically lifeless.

They sit me up as I vomited. They continued to force me to sit up and puke or else I could possibly be asphyxiated by the vomit. I guess my eyes were absolutely just deathly looking, like they belonged to a dead guy. My pulse was very low at this point and my breathing was very shallow and irregular. The friend finally left around 5:00am, as I was starting to show signs of recovery, my pulse was stronger, my breath calmer.

I woke up around 9:00, my mother and father sitting in the room with me. I couldn't for the life of me remember how I had gotten to my house, as the plan was just to pass out at her place. My mother told me I was lucky to be alive. She explained to me what had happened and I was appalled at what I heard. I checked my pockets and realized I had no phone or wallet. I get a ride over to this chick's apartment to get my things, and there's $25 missing from the wallet. Her and her boyfriend give me rushed halfassed excuses and I just shrugged it off, I didn't have any proof.

Anyway, they hand me a rag and a bottle of Resolve and have me head into the bedroom to clean up the vomit stains from the floor. When I was finished, I went back home and immediately went to my room and passed out, I had a killerrr hangover.

I just hope I'm not too f'ed up. I'm disgusted with myself, that I would act in that way and that my own mother had to see me like that.

TL;DR: Drank way more alcohol than I thought I was drinking and got absolutely hammered, blacked the fuck out. Vomited more than my body weight and woke up with no recollection of the previous night's events.

 

Hell yeah. When the cards are down, sweet Mary Jane is always there for you at the end of the day.