I accidentally drank too much. The sudden need to vomit into the toilet took me by surprise.
Apparently I was not very lucid. What I thought took 15 minutes between stumbling to the bathroom, vomiting three times and then crashing into bed actually lasted several hours, I was told in the morning. Time warps differently when plastered.
I don't think I've been that drunk before. I can only half see why people do it. The first part was pleasant, but the aftermath stole a whole day from me. Throbbing headache and nausea all day are the rewards for sipping far too much mixed brandy the night before. Oops.
I've concluded its not really my thing. So easy to get too tipsy and feel miserable for a long while.
I think this shall become a new rule. Mostly because at least at the moment, even the idea of alcohol turns my stomach. A rule written by my body rather than my mind.
I can't imagine doing it again.
An interesting experiment, but I'm thrilled there won't be a repeat.
