To the HEAVANS!
Well Blogenstiens!
This weekend was quite unsavory, apart from the fetta and cheese triangles which
were quite savory!
The night started out at our place with a few drinks and chips and dips and so forth, before heading into the Story Bridge Hotel, which will now be refered to as SBH.
The night started well with a few scotches being consumed by my self and Glibbo & some rumbo's by Frank, and Tim was drinking the "by product" of some squire's named james (James Squire Beer...)
Roz, Jill, & Cath were drinking wine and tequila shots.
No problem here.
We get into the maxi taxi, and i presume to yell at the driver and tell him to go to the SBH POST HASTE!
i think i called him a woman as well. (not to sure)
Anyway this is about 7:30 - 8.
Round after Round takes place, with Frank not drinking his drink till the next round was ready to be consumated, then downing it like a $2 hooker (not sure if this refence works but im sure it will if u think laterly)
Anyway maybe 2 rounds for each person, 8-9 drinks in total, Roz goes to get her self a controu (thats spelt WAY WRONG!) and lemon lime and bitters, she goes the bar were we have been getting all our drinks from, nope, they dont have it, so she goes, by her self, up to the bar of doom where theres prolly about 300-400 people, she said she was srounded by about 20 dudes at the bar, anyway gets her drink comes back, no problems....
she has a sip, then is nurse'ing it (cause shes a nurse! *BA DUM DISH* bad joke...) then puts it on the table and goes "wow, im pretty trashed" (so has a sip then puts drink on table after about 10 mins of nurseing.) says to me: "going to the toilet"
I say "ok have fun", Still quite legible with no slurring of words.
she leaves, i down the drink,
I go downhill from here on in.
She gets back and im doing steve wonder, (not having sex with a blind black man, but swaying from side to side...) she enquire's if im all right, to which i respond "not right not right not right."
I cant remeber anything from here on, apart from occasional sections, like the next section, of being in the toilet cubical, facing the door, still standing, and proceeding to perform a power heavy metal vomit to the heavans! (over my shoes....) each time i vomit i go, why dont u turn around glen and vomit in the toilet?? oh well cant make body move, ill continue to vomit on said shoes.
Then i stumble back to the table, possible assitance by matt??
then sit at the table, then vomit on jills leg and the floor... (sorry jill)
then frank grabs me and takes me out side, where i vomit again, then Roz, Jill, Matt, and i are piled into a cab where we go home, apart from a short stop after going over the story bridge, for me turn into a "vomit fountain" out the car door.... (sorry cab driver, i know your reading!)
Then we get home (aparently....) i have gone into my comatose state...
then while they are getting me out the car, and draging me, (my legs dont work anymore) they drop me and i hit my head on the gutter (OWWWW!!!!!) then im inside , stripped down, and put to bed...
about an hour later while Roz, Jill, and Matt are sitting in the lounge room drinking, Frank vaults over the 2 meter lattice and bangs into the security door requesting entry, to which Roz complies... (Frank was pretty wasted aparently[i wouldnt know as i was dead...])
Anyway a bit later Roz checks on me, finds my breathing quite shallow and says to Matt if his breathing gets anymore shallow we will have to go to the hospitable (glee!!!) anyway long story short, we think (Ros and i) the drink she got from the PACKED bar by her self might of been spiked, because while she was nurse-ing it she felt really drunk... (and she haddnt had very many) + when we checked my wallet we found that we had only spent under $100, including cab fare of $30. and i take a LOT more booze than $70 worth to get fucking wasted.
plus when i do get drunk, drunk enough to spew, i usualy only have a single spew, then get a second wind, not spew 4-5 times then die.
Anyway the next day Roz went to get maccas, such a darling girl!, and as she walked into Chermside she smelt all the food, had to turn tail and perfrom her own power heavy metal vomit to the heavans, cept hers was in front of a lot of people trying to eat breakfast....
Now i know i did have a fair bit to drink, but i mean Frank and i drank WAY MORE when we went to the races (about $200 in alcahol each, well he was $160, but i had to buy for ros..)
anyway i know some of u will say, yeah right Glen, u were just wasted, but for those of u who know me, know i havent spewed from drinking since my 18th...
i dunno it doesnt seem to add up...
Anyway i still have a headache... and well i cant stop using the term power heavy meatal vomit.. to the heavans!
peace out.
Bbviously i have to thank all my friends for keeping me alive and making sure i didnt die, thanks guys, and yeah sorry i vomited on your jeans jill...