I will never touch crown or fireball ever again. Just thinking about them makes me want to throw up.
Shots of Crown? Sacrilege! You deserve your pain! Crown is to be served over ice and sipped. That is all...
Goldshlager is mine... Eeew
Yeah I did way too much damage to myself with that, oh and Firewater!!! Firewater was the one that really got me! I went to the liquor store to get some cinnamon schnapps they didn't have Hot Damn which was my favorite. I would put it in the freezer then just drink it. Since it was 30 proof it was not that strong and one bottle would be my drink for the night. Easy regulation right? So I thought!!!! The lady at the liquor store proceeds to tell me they are out of Hot Damn but they had Fire Water which was "the exact same thing." Well the difference was that the exact same thing to her meant it was a cinnamon schnapps, apparently the
101 PROOF was not a big enough difference to mention. I mean hell it is only a little over 3 times stronger. Let's call it the exact same thing!!! So I take my 5th of Firewater and go about drinking it. Get my pre game on before going out, and sit down to start drinking. Oh I probably finished half the bottle if not more before I ever even stood back up off of the couch. Guess who was inebriated... THIS GUY!!!! I went on to drink the rest of the Firewater probably with in an hour or two.
I don't remember much more about the night, up until the EMT came in and kicked me in the leg and told me to get up. So when I instinctively shoved him across the room for kicking me. His response to that was that he called the cops. Cops show up and try to get me up. I tell them to screw off I am in my house and they need to leave. The cop wraps his nunchucks around my wrist and starts cranking down on my bones trying to force me to get up and get on the gurney. At which point I told him very matter of factly that I was not fighting or resisting him but if he did not get the nunchucks off my wrist he was going to get hurt. My ex said he looked at me very concerned because most people drop to a knee when they use the chucks like that. (He told my ex that me not buckling under the pain scared the **** out of him.) All it did was piss me off. I told him I would comply if he stopped but would basically rage if he didn't. So he decided to avoid the confrontation and let me walk to the gurney. That was probably the most clear memory I have from the night. So I woke up in the hospital a couple hours later, I was in there for alcohol poisoning. They had managed to induce some vomiting and were about to give me a catheter since for some reason I could not pee. Here is how I knew how drunk I was, the catheter actually felt good to me!!!!!
There were only pictures and flashes of memories of that night. Not much really so you can imagine my surprise when i got home and found my entire apartment a complete wreck. The first thing I notice is that the door jam is busted to hell and back. I apparently slammed the door so hard it broke and got stuck in the frame so then trying to get it loose again I shouldered it and broke the frame loose. So I immediately start to think "WTF HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?" My "Baby Mama" was a bit of a crazy woman. She had a knack for starting intense fights and then pushing them up a few more notches. She started a big fight with me about something. I forget now my boys that were there said it was the same insecure woman psychosis stuff as usual from her. LOL Anyway in my drunken stupor I got irate with her and threw the empty bottle of Firewater at the wall, it was sticking out of the sheet rock, the bottom had broken through the sheet rock so it was just stuck in the wall still. I walk into the bedroom and the bedroom window was broken out, their were 2 holes in the sheetrock in the bedroom closet where I had punched through the wall in the middle of the rage as well. Apparently her and I were fighting over the keys to the car and I threw them and they went through the window... So obviously the logical response to that was to break something else...
That was my biggest Holy Crap what just happened here drinking story. Obviously this was during a more volatile part of my life. However I learned to always check the "Proof" on liquor bottles, and when drinking mixed drinks I try to keep a pretty accurate count of what I have had to drink. Nobody wants to be a sloppy mess. Now I tend to stick with Wine, Spirits on the rocks, and occasionally some fruity concoctions.
When I woke up in the hospital
That stuff is nasty. Hubby used to drink it warm. Barf!!!!
When I drank it I would drink it room temp or cold, didn't matter. Of course the drinking then was aimed at getting "WOOHOO! drunk" Now more into sipping.
I feel amazing this morning! My energy level is crazy today!
Someone recovered WOOHOO!!!!
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