Last night I got drunk and (barely) high for the first time. To be specific, I had seven or eight beers, three shots of Captain Morgan, a swig of Jack Daniels, and a couple drags of pot.
Being intoxicated is overrated. Alcohol of any sort tastes terrible, with special mention going out to whiskey, whose taste is reminiscent of raw medicine. I managed not to throw up, but having several litres of fluid sloshing around in my stomach alongside three half-digested pizza slices was no less uncomfortable. Three of the six guys there puked; one did so in his sleep. All I managed to accomplish while drunk was stumble about, exclaim profanities, giggle hysterically at things which weren't actually funny, and have difficulty focusing long enough to mentally process anything. As a momento of the experience, I wrote down a nonsensical phrase which one guy had been yelling repeatedly: "Did you know that Sinbad from Disney is trying to lock us?" Since even my writing was slurred by that point, the sentence was recorded as, "Did you know that Disbad from Sidney is trying to lock us?" 'Twas not my finest hour.
Apparently, I didn't inhale enough dope-smoke for its effects to take precedence over the booze. Meh.
I fell asleep on a couch at 2:30 AM, got up at 8:00, helped clear about 70 beer bottles from the host's house, got dropped off at a church, said goodbye to some friends who I'll probably never see again, and lied to my mom about there being alcohol or drugs there.
