Ugh

[amat]

Haha sounds great, I never have been to school with a drink in me before that I didn't have the night before.

My mom may or may not come over and I had 2 shots in the bottle I've kept since Cinco De Mayo, I didn't want her to see it if she came in while I'm not here and on the way to hiding it somewhere I came up with the idea to drink it. It was 2 shots I poured into one cup and tried to drink at once and I couldn't. Chased it with warm flat sprite that was left out in a cup. I should have thrown out the rest but I tried to drink it but I chased it too quickly thus the yacking.

Does that mean the alcohol I took in the 1st shot isn't in my system? I kind of feel it but I could be confusing it for being high and there being no tv or music on.

[CutMeMick]

1800 reminds me of the trip we took to Hearst Castle in 2000. We stood at a Motel 6 in Goleta and we bought a bottle of 1800 and played poker all night while drinking shots of 1800.
We got so fucken wasted that night, the next day all hungover we drove to Solvang and we puked allover that little city...

[amat]

I was drunk for like literally a 24 hour period, I started with the Coronas last nght before the fight until bed at like 3 AM, woke up at like 9 to go to the A's game and tailgate and drank another corona for breakfast before drinkng everythng at the game. I'm not trying to drink all the water I can to avoid the shitstorm hangover I have waiting for me in the mornng....

[HattonTheHammer]

you a tax dodger amat?

[Gandalf]

I seem to be sharing a lot of stories from my youth these days. Well, here is another.

When I was in the sixth form (school between 16 and 18 for the non-Brits) this boy brought a bottle of Ouzo that he had got from Greece to school. I wasn't friends with this kid, but he was always wanting to be my friend. In this instance he tried to be my friend again and offered to share this huge bottle over lunch time. Of course, I couldn't say no. In less than an hour the bottle was gone and I was absolutely steaming. My 'friend' went into the toilets to vomit and I had to make my way back to afternoon registration. My friends saw that I was a bit of a mess and tried to give me extra strong mints to hide my reeking ouzo breath. We had English class next and my friends eventually managed to get me out by making an excuse that we wanted to study in the library. They managed to slip me out of school and I managed to get home without a bother. I really can't recall what happened to my new 'friend' after the toilets.

That is the only time I drank on a school day. I didn't try it again.