On Saturday, I had both the best and worst night of my life, fused in to one. Here's a background story.
My ex girlfriend has been incredibly stressed lately. I don't know why she is, but she's broken up with me to try and help herself. It doesn't really much much sense to me, as when I need to sort stuff out I get as many people close to me as possible. Anyway, I'm still in her life and I'm seeing her in an hour. Call me whipped, but I am in love with her and I'd wait around.
So, Saturday night. I'm coming off a huge paracetamol overdose, and my liver is highly damaged apparently. I didn't really give a shit though. I stole a bottle of wine of my parents and a few shots worth of spirits, and took that. When we got there, we did a grog run and got the sister of the kid whos party it was to get me a goon sack (photo of me with a sack, cheap wine, contains 30 standard drinks), so I had immense amounts of alcohol.
I drank the bottle of wine in half an hour, and then had the shots of Vodka. I then took out a cigarette and gave one to my drug addicted mate to just have a chat. We were out the front and another kid showed up. That was fine, we said hi, but then EVERYONE from the party ran out the front to see him. Only three people from the party knew I smoked, so the rest were horrified.
The alcohol started to effect me, so I had a few deep and meaningful conversations. One was with my mate Fam, and we were hugging and crying about our relationship issues. The next one, I left Fam to go directly to Kellie, a friend I lost over the paracetamol overdose. We resolved the fighting, which is good though.
I opened the sack up, and had about 6 glasses of wine from it. By now, I was bordering the most alcohol I'd ever had. My mate Aidan and I were trying to call another mate to see how his party was for ages, until the German guy who lives with him now answered the phone and said he was vomiting from alcohol. We laughed.
An hour and a half later, where I couldn't see anymore, I called again and his sister answered the phone and said he was on his way to hospital. We were freaking out because we couldn't drive there or walk, and we'd be helpless. So we were lying down in the front yard hugging each other crying. It would have looked like we were victims of terrorism.
I started talking to some new people, I'm starting to make some more friends. We then continued with singstar, and I ended up completely burning my school bag, and I have no idea why.
The night went on, and we kept drinking. At 7 am, we decided to leave, and Aidan drove to the hospital with me, to see our mate. He wasn't there anymore, so he drove me home. I went to sleep as soon as I got there, and woke up vomiting on myself. I vomited on and off for a couple of hours.
All in all, I drank for 14 hours straight, and consumed 48 standard drinks. It was an alright weekend.
Well then, 48 drinks aye? I went to a party also (i think i told you). I only had 7 standard drinks. I sobered up pretty quick. Didn't even get a hangover.
My mate had about 12 standard drinks (6 smirnoff blacks) in about 2 hours. He ran around in circles singing along to any song he heard, doing air guitar and air keyboard solo's. It was hilarious. He passed out at about 9:00. He got up to vomit about 20 times that night. Also hilarious.
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