Last night was my 'Tucker Max' night. It started with a wine coller during dinner (lots of spicy indian food, we'll come back to that).
Following that, me and my friends went to a bar. First I had a Miller Lite. Then a Margarita. Then a Red Bull with Vodka, with a shot of 1800 before I finished it. Then more beer. Then a shot of Jagermeister. Then even more beer. Then two shots of 'Where the **** did I park my car'. I swear, that's what the bartender called it. Then a bottle of Corona, but I had to sneak up to the bar to get this one because my friends weren't letting me have any more drinks. Note that all this drinking occured in less than two hours.
Afterwards, it gets kinda blurry. I think my friends decided to take me out of there after I started calling an old women that was there 'sexy grandma', then shouting something (I don't remember what, but I think it had the word **** in it) to another guy that was almost as drunk as me. The trip to the car brings only fragemntary memories at best. In the car, I was put on the back seat. On the way home, I threw a tennis ball and some other stuff (don't remember what it was), out of the window. My friend locked my window afterwards.
In the parking lot at my apartment complex I fell and grabbed on to the front plate of a car, bending it badly. I actually want to find the owner and tell her about it, cause she's a cute redhead. I'll invite her out to make it up for it.
At home, my friends deposited me on my bed with an empty trash can to puke in if needed. However, I didn't do that. I puked in the bathtub. Three or four times. Puked lots of indian food and some nachos with cheese I had at the bar. This morning, I found spots on my tub where the acid in my stomach had cleaned my tub better than any cleaning product would.
Well, the good thing is today I am OK, only a little dizzy. My friends are awesome for having taken care of me
