The silliest drunk experience I had was on march 25, 2006. I was 21 and it was my first time ever being drunk. I was at my friends' house and her husband had him a coke and rum. He had gotten an instant buzz b/c he'd tried drinking on an empty stomach. So he dozed off. Meanwhile I was with him and I drank two tall cups of hennessy mixed with ginger ale. By the time I was finished with the second cup. I had gotten a buzz. But since my friend's cup was still full, he also had a tall cup, I had downed his drink like it was koolaid. When I went to put the cups in the sink, I came by into the living room and started to stagger tryna keep my balance, I was spinning in circles slurring out words. Then the next minute I had the giggles and started to laugh maniacally. Then I started to act like an Indian tapping my mouth with my hand making that noise and running around in circles chasing after myself. All the commotion had already awaken my friend. He sat there laughing at me and his brother came out of the room, recording me on video on his cell phone. I tried to go outside to go home which was 15 minutes away and it was snowing and I walked outside barefooted jumping around in circles b/c of the snow touching my foot. I was about to fall down the stairs, but my friend caught me in time. Then, I went back in side and they pretended to shoot me and I fell out on the floor like I was dead and I imitating Linda Blair's "the exorcist" best impression and they fell out laughing at me. Then it felt like I had to vomit so I went the the bathroom and I was tryna throw up but I fell backwards into the bathtub and hit my head on the wall. I started to laugh myself and couldn't stop. At the same time I was telling my friends this isn't funny, but I was laughing like crazy. I was too drunk to get myself up and being silly, tried to use to faucet lever as leverage and turned the water on myself, screaming like the witch on the wizard of oz, I'm melting, melting. So they laughed like crazy and helped me out of the tub and I changed clothes, as the effect started to weaken and they gave me bread to coat my stomach, and everything was quiet and I fell asleep. I wouldn't say that I regretted it b/c I had so much fun but I didn't have fun throwing up afterwards. My stomach was burning. The second time was horrendous. I drank on an empty stomach. I know it was stupid, but peer pressure can be something. I mixed beer with liquor and I drank very sweet mixed drunks and I throw up at the club 5 times in the bathroom. I guess somebody saw me wasted and told one of the security guards. They told my friend and I that we had to leave b/c I kept throwing up badly and I was passed out on the bathroom floor. What made it worse was the motion of the car when he was tryna take me home and I threw up about 8 more times on the interstate and once we got home I throw up one more time and went to bed. It was like the acid was burning my heart and my whole body was hot. So I turned the ac on and felt a little better. My mom was skeptical about me drinking b/c of her ordeal with my dad. He would talk smack and start things with her, and she'll chase him out the house with a knife or skillet. Alcoholism runs on both sides, but my dad side can't handle theirs. So I wouldn't want to get drunk again b/c I don't want to go through vomiting all the time and the queasy feeling in my stomach and b/c I don't want to have a drinking problem b/c of my family's history.
