Re: vomited in the past from drinking too much? share your stories here!
This could turn out to be long...
I am not a drinker, and this was my firrst time drunk...
I was 23 years old, in Sasebo, Japan. *I was sent there for temporary duty for 2 weeks to exploit some digital networks up there. *My previous trip to Sasebo landed me there for four months, and I made this really awesome friend on the USS Guardian -- his name was Ken.
There is the background information, here is the story:
So, it was arrival night. *I got into Sasebo at about 7pm. *Dropped off the bags in the hotel and ran outside into my old-stompin-grounds, Sasebo! *I was right in the middle of it all, with the hotel I selected. *5 minutes from Sake town, 10 minutes from "sailor town".
I called Ken from my AU flip-phone and told him I was here. *He said he was walking through the ginza [an open-air shopping area about a mile long] and we met up. *We got some food at some place [I think it was yakitori, or something] and then we set off to meet some friends at a bar.
We went all the way over to Sailor town so I could meet up with my girls Mikki, Miki, Marie, Shella, and another one I can't remember. *They all worked at a bar called "Blue J's" *After we downed a beer or two there, we went next-door to "Queens" so I could see Naoko and Ayumi. *I had another grenadine-spiked Corona and we took off to Sake town, so he could show me this new place that opened up and had some cute girls in there. *It was called "Lisa's Place".
Well, we go tto Lisa's Place after walking and passing a McDonalds, which I used for some Chicken Nuggets and a coke...I pee'd too. *
We got into Lisa's Place, and I asked, "Well who the hell is Lisa?" *They laughed and Lisa actually came out. *I knew Lisa! *Lisa was an old friend of my friends girlfriend [did you get all that?] and she hooked us up all night on drinks, I guess.
Me, not being a drinker and Ken being quite an avid one, I had him order me whatever's and I drank them. *Then, the girls behind the bar [I forget their names] started getting creative as well. *Mixing shots, double shots, beer, whatever liquor's -- it all starts tasting the same as time goes on.
Anyway, before I know it, I move my head to the right and I damn near fall off my chair. *I laughed and had another something to drink, lol. *Ken and I were completely blasted, and that one girl was sitting on my lap and we were like, "having fun with our clothes on" type deal. *it was great. *I know her name, I have it in my phone, still. *It starts with a "K"... Kana, or Kitana, or something.
Well, I somehow find myself outside, and I have to make my way down a flight of stairs... *I made it down, only to see a rolly office chair sitting in the middle of a deserted alley-way, lit by a flood-light. *It looked so innocent and comfortable, I went and sat on it.
The next thing I know, I am looking backwards, panting like a dog with my tongue hanging out and pushing off as hard as I can repeadetly with my feet to make me go backwards on the rolly office chair thingy. *I am hauling ass by now down the all tile floored ginza shopping arena [the stores are closed, no people around].
So here I am, drunk for the first time in my life, in Japan, on a magical office chair pedaling my ass off having the time of my life...until...
I hit a rock, stone, pinecone, acorn, pebble, cat shit, something -- and the chair immediately stops -- and I don't.
I go FLYING backwards off the chair and land on the ground. *I am laying there in a heap of helpless American male body -- with a cell phone, a camera and a pair of twisted glasses...
I get out my cell phone and I call my sister in the USA, haha! *I talk to her for a while and tell her the same story I am telling you. *She tells me to get up off the ground, but I contest her by saying something along the lines of "but it's so nice!". *She never lets me forget.
Somehow, I find my way...ALL the way, back to the bar, Ken is there in the corner with Masako or something and I sit back in the chair and Kana comes over and looks at the blood on my head and takes me into the bathroom [yippie] and helps me out with some cotton and some other alcohol [for the cut, not the mouth].
The next thing I know, I am walking with Ken back to the base [but I have a hotel room in town..?] and I get a phone call from an old girlfriend I had when I was in Sasebo before! *She had suprised me, and was waiting in the Nimitz Park parking lot. *Shit. *I am drunk and really don't feel like company...
I make my way across the street from the gate of the base, down the brick walkway and through that gate to see Haruna standing there by her car... *She looked [she WAS] so cute!
I get into her car and I tell her "...I had a beer, I don't feel good." *She buys it and we go to my hotel room. *She parks the car, helps me through the glass doors [because I couldn't see them, lol] and we make it to room 810. *[I remember the room as it was my area code growing up!]
We get to the room, and I think I immediately passed out.
When I awoke in the morning, my clothes were off, and I was in the bed. *She was next to me, sleeping. *My clothes were next to her clothes, all nice and folded. *My shoes were next to hers, all organized. *My watch, wallet, keys, phone, everything was all nice and neat. *It was pretty cool.
I "re-paid" her for her hospitality a few times that morning, and then we went and did something for the day. *She went home to Nagasaki and I went to work the following day.
That was my first time being drunk. *I puked two times in there someplace, but I don't remember. *I think one was at the gate of the base, and one was... *Walking out of Sake town or something.
I have more stories of OTHER people being drunk, and to me -- that is more fun to watch them instead of yourself...
I'll see if I can remember to post pictures of this night, it's hillarious!
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[quote author=GimmeA3s link=topic=62928.msg1079378#msg1079378 date=1164127210]
It's still all about labels, isn't it. Sad. My name is Charlie and I'm a Sexually Alternative French American. Or a honkey fag, whichever. [/quote]