Caribou
01-20-2007, 11:07 AM
Yes, I have uttered these magic words last night. And ofcourse for the same reason as all the other people that ever let these words pass their lips.
For last night it was one of my colleagues goodbye parties. She's a good girl, so she bought all our drinks. Pitcher after pitcher of beer was put on the table. We ate some disgustingly fat snacks, had some yummy cocktails and then moved on from the bar to da clubz. There more beers were drunk, cigarettes were smoked and all of a sudden I had to tell everyone I had to go to the loo for a bit.
I spent about half an hour there, puking my guts out and wanting to die. The room spinned and I nearly fell asleep with my head on the toilet bowl.
Luckily one of my colleagues came to the rescue. He carried me outside, let me get some fresh air, but the puking wouldnt stop.
Then he had the greatest idea ever. He happens to work in the hotel right across the street from the bar, so he booked a room for us (like, 1/8th of the normal price) put me into bed, bucket next to my head, and I fell asleep straight away. Sometimes waking up to do a little more puking.
This morning we finally went home on the train, my dad picked me up from the station, and I desperately tried to hide that I felt sick. But then we got home and it was like my stomach could sense there was a loo and yep, even more puking. After which my mother called me an alcoholic. I ignored her and went to sleep (again) and now I'm finally awake and doing sortof ok. And knowing that my statement from the night before was a big fat lie.
For last night it was one of my colleagues goodbye parties. She's a good girl, so she bought all our drinks. Pitcher after pitcher of beer was put on the table. We ate some disgustingly fat snacks, had some yummy cocktails and then moved on from the bar to da clubz. There more beers were drunk, cigarettes were smoked and all of a sudden I had to tell everyone I had to go to the loo for a bit.
I spent about half an hour there, puking my guts out and wanting to die. The room spinned and I nearly fell asleep with my head on the toilet bowl.
Luckily one of my colleagues came to the rescue. He carried me outside, let me get some fresh air, but the puking wouldnt stop.
Then he had the greatest idea ever. He happens to work in the hotel right across the street from the bar, so he booked a room for us (like, 1/8th of the normal price) put me into bed, bucket next to my head, and I fell asleep straight away. Sometimes waking up to do a little more puking.
This morning we finally went home on the train, my dad picked me up from the station, and I desperately tried to hide that I felt sick. But then we got home and it was like my stomach could sense there was a loo and yep, even more puking. After which my mother called me an alcoholic. I ignored her and went to sleep (again) and now I'm finally awake and doing sortof ok. And knowing that my statement from the night before was a big fat lie.