Okay - just a quick post to put the "Challenge" out there. After discussing with some friends, I realized that I am the only one who has tasted Absynthe yet not vomitted. Though in MR's defense, he had THREE shots and then got in the hot tub, where I only had two and got in the hot tub only to immediately jump out face first onto the concrete below. Oh, and I guess Steven kept his down, but he didn't already have a belly full of alcohol gurggling around. Under the same circumstances, I know of only one other individual who has kept the green goo down.
So there it is: The October 21st Keep Your Absynthe Down Challenge. Whose up for the challenge?
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Unfortunately dearheart, I am now an official "puker." My stomach of steel is no longer, it doesn't take much these days, freaking sucks.
That said, it's on sista LOL!
Just kidding;)
Actually, I was telling C last night that we should get some Absinthe for New Years Eve this year. The way our schedule looks in the coming months, there will be no time until then for partying, much less recouping.
Good luck, hope you can keep it down:) LOL
I'm out. I've already done my "vomit in Crystal's Seattle house and pass out buck naked on the bathroom floor" duty.
Amy is a WUSS! Ha ha! Just kidding. :-)
Um, ok....now I want the details dammit!
This is all I have to say...
6 star hangover (******) otherwise known as the "Infinite Nutsmacker"
You wake up on your bathroom floor. For about 2 seconds you look at the ceiling, wondering if the cool refreshing feeling on your cheek is the bathroom tile or your vomit from 5 hours ago. It is amazing how your roommate was as drunk as you, but somehow manages to get up before you the next morning....You try to lift your head. Not an option. It is then you turn your head too quickly only to smell the funk of 13 packs of cigarettes in your hair, and suddenly you realize you were smoking, but not ultra lights...some jackass handed you Marlboro reds, and you smoked them like it was your second full time job. You look in the mirror only to see remnants of the stamp "Ready to Rock" faintly atop your forehead......the stamp on the back of your hand that has magically appeared on your forehead by alcoholic osmosis. You have to be to work in t-minus 14 minutes and 32 seconds and the only thing you can think of wearing is your "hello kitty" pajamas and your slippers.
I'd like the record to show that Amy did not, in fact, "vomit in Crystal's Seattle house" but did vomit on the side of Crystal's car AKA The Fxylady. Or at least that's where the vomitting started. :-)
Fear not sweet sweet Amy, we've all been there...my moment of reckoning? Opening my eyes and slowly realizing that my face was stuck to a garbage bag, on the floor in the living room of the Lamaria house....with fuzzy recollections of vomitting in Peck's jacket pocket, and Dane's truck. And vodka burps. Oh my gawd. All in the name of my birthday? Sheeeet sister, there was no celebrating going on THAT day.
No shame, no worries...it happens to the best of us.
I think it's something about Crystal that makes one want to get drunk and puke. I know the first 4 or 5 times at her house, I'd eat a whole Pagliacci pizza and stealthily go downstairs in the secret toilet-doesn't-always-work bathroom and puke up all the alchohol I've ever drank then fiddle with the toilet handle for a half hour and leave the mess for the Hub to figure out when he found it.
However, the first time she brought out the absinthe, I did take a healthy pull straight from the bottle (screw shot glasses!) and kept it down.
I wussed out last time (Jebis to the power of 3 needed a keeper)but I'm all in this time.
She does bring out the devil in all of us, doesn't she? One of my favorite things about Miss Thang is that her level of debauchery can match and occasionaly exceed my own:)
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