Monday, 23 May 2011

Sam's Birthday Party. No. Correction, Alcohol Chug Fest!

Firstly, I reveal some of the acceptable images of Sam's Birthday Party....

Mel and Cheyna, Daft Mandy in the back

The chocolate cake shooters. They really did taste like chocolate cake. 


Besties




Mel and Sam (the birthday girl)

Posers!

The Girls


Great fun but the next day?


I was regurgitating whiskey through my nose!  I thought my stomach was churning liquored butter!  I couldn’t pick my head up without feeling like it was going disengage from my staggering body.  Even my fucking eyeballs ached.  The kids wanted me out of bed at 6:30am but didn’t they know I only got home at 2am?  I think I was still half pissed when I got up.

Jaysus, I wondered how I was going to get through the day. 

On top of that we had a family lunch at a semi-posh restaurant to go to.  I didn’t know how I was going to make it!  Especially as my gut was doing an impersonation of an alcoholic tumbleweed.   I could hardly walk, let alone make polite conversation and pretend to be human.  Cool water on my face was my best friend after hanging over the porcelain.  Everything I was ingesting was revisiting my mouth 10 minutes later.  Urgh!  

I spent the morning retching up most of the alcohol in my system. Then the dry heaves set in.  My belly lurches were causing an intestinal inferno.  I tried to take wee nibbles of dry bread to settle my stomach so I could make it to lunch. 

I finally made it to the restaurant for lunch and I also managed to eat something and digest it!  My Cajun calamari would have tasted so much better without the peppering of puke.

Never again!


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15 comments:

Sausage Fingers said...

Daft Lass, Got the awesome tats last week and I can't wait to send you a pic of them.
Thanks again, Sausage...

cat said...

Oooh, just talked about our worst hangovers ever yesterday and I clearly remember New Years 2009 when I woke up, happy and yes, still drunk. The barbie only struck about 10 that morning - worst ever.

A Daft Scots Lass said...

@Sausage don't forget to send the pic!

@cat I'm still feeling tender

DCHY said...

At least you got to develop your abs big time. ;)

Oilfield Trash said...

Looks like you had a great time!!!

Mark said...

As the great Justin Bieber says, "Never say never!"
Your Friend, m.
p.s. I really don't think he's great by the way. Really, you have to believe me! m.

Lost.in.Idaho said...

Never again?

Pff...

I'll see you next weekend. :)

Signed
~The Whiskey

Stacy Uncorked said...

That party sounds like FUN! Well, maybe not the day after part, but small price to pay, right? ;)

Copyboy said...

Chocolate shooters rule!!!

cajunlicious said...

Hi! Following you from the Monday blog hop! I Hope you visit my Cajun blog and return the follow!
- Jessica @ http://cajunlicious.com

Aaron M. Gipson said...

Ok wait...

You got so fit shaced that you almost yacked up a shoe from chocolate flavored drinks. Sweet drinks are always a killer to me too. But your selection of food after your "great purge" was Cajun calamari?!

I think you were Boadicea in another life...

A Daft Scots Lass said...

@DCHY abs? urgh my entire body ached!

@Oilfield I'm getting too old for this shite!

@Mark Oh I believe you! Not!

@LostinIdaho Fuck Right Off!

@Stacy not so small afterall

@Copyboy yeah at the time, not so great on the way back up.

@cajunlicious thanx for visiting and following. Be sure to come back and comment. Too many nice goodies on your blog...

@Aaron Welcome back, dude! Congrats. I had to google Boadicea. She looks pretty fekking wild!

Boobies said...

Looks like fun!!

Hangovers are the worst....I don't do well with throwing up. I'd make a horrible bulimic!

Nom de Plume said...

" Never again "

If I had a £ for every time I'd said that...

Angel said...

I worried briefly that I may over share in a comment, but reading your post thats clearly not a risk...
:P
Since I had my hernia repaired in 2006 I am physically incapable of throwing up. This means that if I drink too much I can gag and retch as much as my body forces me to, but nothing comes out. I am in pain and my stomach hurts, but the alcohol remains. And going to sleep this way means my system has a few hours before I wake up to percolate the alcohol properly through my bloodstream- ensuring I wake up only slightly less pissed than I was when I went to sleep.
I learnt this lesson the hard way- a few times- so I am unlikely to ever over indulge in alcohol ever again!

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