This happened about 4 years or so ago, not long after I had just moved out here. I had basically dismantled my marketing company when I left NYC and had decided to go back to school. To accommodate the new schedule, I went back to waiting tables for a bit. After my first couple of weeks, the crew wanted to take me out to celebrate the end of my training to their "usual spot". I didn't have a car at the time (didn't need one in NYC, and didn't even have a license!) so I normally didn't even work that late since the buses stopped running at like 9 pm. My section mate had agreed to take me home IF I went out with them after we closed down the restaurant. Of course I agreed.
It was a Friday or Saturday night, so we didn't get out of there until close to 1:45 am. Bars here close at 2, so we ran over for last call. They ordered for me, telling the bartender that I was new. Two Long Beach Iced Teas (it's a regular LIT, but with cranberry instead of cola). What I didn't realize was that my uniform granted me a PINT GLASS of the stuff, and
so little cranberry juice it was still clear
. I took one sip and I was like, "There is no way I'm drinking this in 15 minutes." The bartender said, "If you can finish one of those in 3 minutes, it's on the house!" So two other girls put straws in and helped me, and we sucked down both of them within about... 60 seconds.
I went from zero to zombie in.. time that I don't even remember. The next thing I knew, we were outside the bar, sitting at the patio tables, talking about... Spiderman or something. Then we were in the bushes. Then I was looking for a shoe. (My shoe? I don't remember) Then I was in a car, but I don't think it was the person who said they were driving me home. Then I was at the bottom of the stairs in my apartment building, yelling up at my boyfriend to help me (at 4 am!) Then I was in the bathroom, with my boyfriend telling me to puke and me trying (and failing I think) to tell him I didn't know how. Then I was laying on the floor in the bedroom, watching the X Files, with my face in a colander for some reason. You know, the thing you drain spaghetti in? My boyfriend said he had to help me out of my uniform after I passed out, and her found a leaf on my ass, and ... I ... still don't know how it got there.
I had to work the next day, with the
most brutal hangover I have ever had
, and I never drank that much ever again.
This one really doesn't matter.![:]](./images/smilies/icon_smiling.png "Cheerful Smile"){kind=icon}
I remember those days. I was probably around the same age when getting into an AOL chatroom was like the prize of the internet. That and AOL music.
) 4 steaks, well done. $77, paid $80, "Keep the change, mama. You were great." Yeah, my ass.