you know, i've never gotten sick from eating anything while drunk...knock on wood....and oddly, i rarely get sick...i can recall 2 very sick drunken nights, and that's it.....a little sidetrack, but if you have time, i'll share my worst drunkeness ever. my friend was having a going away/b'day party. of course i had to work, so once i finally met up with everyone, they were all feeling pretty lit. so i did my best to catch up....bad move. we finally hit the marquee (my fave bar in halifax) and once i stepped into that heat and crowds, i buckled. went out side gasping for fresh air, thinking that if i got enough of it into my lungs, it would somehow sober me up. not so much. so i go back in, tell my friends i'm out and decide i will make the walk home, again, hoping to sober myself up at least a little. well, as it turned out, i left the bar and had no clue in which direction i should head. from the distance, i saw a hotel sign and figured i would walk towards it. i tripped thru the door to the pay phone, called my b'friend and told him to come get me. again, thinking fresh air would be the best solution, i told him i would be on the corner of the metro center ( which is a huge stadium about 6 blocks wide and long) as i sat swaying and waiting for him to come get me, i knew i was done. he comes screaching up in a cab and the cabbie will not let me in...i must have become quite pale. well, needless to say, i had to put my head between my legs and just let 'er rip. it was one of my classier, more humbling moments.
thank god i had a first class flight home or i would have died that morning. it makes me nauseous just thinking about it.
