Mood:  accident prone

This past Friday was a good friend's 22nd birthday. He does not drink, and he does not celebrate his birthday ever due to a personal tragedy that befell him on his birthday some years prior. So, in many regards, this day was a banner day as he was first celebrating his birthday, and also doing so with the intent to consume alcohol.

Enter myself & the housemates. Due to varying circumstances, the housemates could not consume alcohol. In solidarity with my friend, I decide I shall consume as much as he had at this point to "match" and then keep up with him for the remainder of the evening. With this in mind, I set forth to consume about a half bottle of vodka mixed with red Hawaiian Punch in rapid succession (less than an hour).

Needless to say, this put me far beyond my tolerance and I soon fell quite drunk. Shortly thereafter the alcohol I had consumed executed a No Prisoners Taken escape plan in three parts: Sink, out of the car window, and finally, home sink. The evacuation took over an hour; I'm quite surprised they all made it safely out of their prison.

Anyway, this was the third time I have ever been drunk, and certainly the first time to the point where I was physically ill. I think I'll not do this again any time soon.

Lesson learned? Drowning frustrations and sorrow in alcohol with convenient excuses as to your reason for drinking will lead to nothing but horrible chat-up lines being used, loud soul-searching confessions, damage to the clear coat on your car, and a sore diaphragm.

If nothing else, Johnny The Rat introduced me to a few very cute and very confused girls. And Larry (The Liver), Keith (The Kidney), and Kenny (The Other Kidney) will surely be quite thankful I'll not pit them against one another in a race to detoxify my bloodstream. I'm sure what precious few brain cells are left kicking about will appreciate this decision as well. I'll need all I can keep to finish this thesis and get my life in order. None to spare.