My room mate's boyfriend mixed me a few drinks and I thought they were weak because I didn't taste the alcohol. He assured me that they were strong drinks. So I had a bunch of jell-o shots and then proceded to chug down irish cream over ice. Then it hit me all at once and I began sounding more like an ass than I usually do. Mostly hitting on women. ( I don't usually hit on men when I am drunk. Especially when I have a man.) I start passing out because I'm still finishing a drink but I was now uncomfortably drunk and wishing I'd puke. And the place was crowded and loud so I was getting very sick and unhappy. Saw the ball drop and then I laid down with my room mate in her boyfriend's bed for a few hours until they inflated the air mattresses for the folks who were crashing there. So I was fucked up and feeling sick, and I shared the air mattress with this cute girl named Rita who kept trying to talk to me. She'd been one of the girls I'd been hitting on earlier and unfortunately assumed that I was still in that frame of mind. I flirt but that's it.
I got up and threw up about 15 times until I was dry heaving. Hurt like fuck. I felt like a total idiot because I KNOW my limit and breezed past it because I couldn't taste alcohol in drinks and didn't believe the guy who made them.
I was hung over as shit this morning. Couldn't keep food down, Dry heaving.. headache.. sick to the stomach.. horrible pain.. Wanted to die. The air mattress had duct tape on it where there was a hole and it still leaked, so I ended up sleeping for hours ( passed out ) on a hard floor in a badly heated apartment. So I woke up cold and stiff, and hung over. And Rita stole all my blankets. Chick was half naked so I didn't want to steal them back. I am polite even when I am sick and miserable.
Worked water into myself.. and ginger ale.. crackers.. Took pain killer when I could keep food down. I still feel sick now but it's heartburn.
Moral of the story: Believe people when they tell you they made you a strong drink.