At a local beach festival. I was going out with a few friends who had spent time in Brazil and a number of Brazilian people who were in Belgium for the occasion came along.
These guys were insane when it came to alcohol use and they kept pushing me (and others) to keep on swallowing down all sorts of cocktails. Somewhere along the line I lost control and happily kept pouring the stuff down my throat, it didn't help that I had plenty of chips (you usually trade in money for these plastic chips that you then trade for drinks) because of some bonus thing, I'm not sure what the hell it was anymore.
Anyway, after a while I was just frekking smashed, I remember dancing (or well, wiggling) around the festival and hooking up with this equally smashed girl who said she needed protection from god knows what. A number of things happened after we left the festival premises *cough*, though I don't know the most of it anymore. Somehow I lost track of her after that and I decided to return home, luckily we own a coastside appartement not far from that location. I also somehow rejoined my friends, a few of them weren't so drunk and had returned earlier.
When I tried to go to sleep in the couch I just couldn't. Every time I get drunk and try to sleep the whole world just starts turning circles when I close my eyes, so even though I want to sleep, I can't because it just makes me frikking sick. Anyway, I ended up puking it all out in a plastic bin which a not-drunk friend had managed to secure, she wasn't very pleased with it and obviously it wasn't one of my finest moments.
However, as I managed to pretty much puke out all the pure alcohol I woke up with only a slight headache. I've never really had a hangover because I simply have to puke before falling asleep when I'm really drunk.
But yeah, that was by far the worst time.
These guys were insane when it came to alcohol use and they kept pushing me (and others) to keep on swallowing down all sorts of cocktails. Somewhere along the line I lost control and happily kept pouring the stuff down my throat, it didn't help that I had plenty of chips (you usually trade in money for these plastic chips that you then trade for drinks) because of some bonus thing, I'm not sure what the hell it was anymore.
Anyway, after a while I was just frekking smashed, I remember dancing (or well, wiggling) around the festival and hooking up with this equally smashed girl who said she needed protection from god knows what. A number of things happened after we left the festival premises *cough*, though I don't know the most of it anymore. Somehow I lost track of her after that and I decided to return home, luckily we own a coastside appartement not far from that location. I also somehow rejoined my friends, a few of them weren't so drunk and had returned earlier.
When I tried to go to sleep in the couch I just couldn't. Every time I get drunk and try to sleep the whole world just starts turning circles when I close my eyes, so even though I want to sleep, I can't because it just makes me frikking sick. Anyway, I ended up puking it all out in a plastic bin which a not-drunk friend had managed to secure, she wasn't very pleased with it and obviously it wasn't one of my finest moments.
However, as I managed to pretty much puke out all the pure alcohol I woke up with only a slight headache. I've never really had a hangover because I simply have to puke before falling asleep when I'm really drunk.
But yeah, that was by far the worst time.