Oh god, it all came flooding back...the last time I got drunk.
It was 1999. Combine the day you get student loan money with a housemate and friend who wants to celebrate your first interview for a teaching position, and the end result is an at-home bender that sent me into dry-heave land in the early wee hours, and bedridden hell for the rest of the day. It was a miasma of misery I hadn't intended to relive for a LONG time.
A long time ended last night!
It wasn't SO bad...not as bad as it was back in teacher's college. I went to a stag, and it was a lot of fun. The problem was I hadn't eaten enough -- combine that with too many free beers, and I ended up smashed like a crater on the moon.
It's the hangovers I'm never ready for...especially when they're spaced five years apart. Thank god for Gravol, otherwise I wouldn't have survived the nausea, the spinning world, and the drive to work. Yes, somehow I made it in on the last day...luckily, the students were gone days before...and I wasn't the one doing the driving -- I was the one with the head almost out the window, like a dog, holding on to the seat belt for dear life.
I will definitely not do this again for at least another five years. Being a bystander to my body's loss of control is about as much fun as walking into traffic on the 401. No amount of fun is worth making your kidneys run away, screaming, from all the torture.
Now...what's in the fridge? I'm starving.
