Lightweight

So drinking alcohol sucks. It's not like I do it all the time, but I drank last night. Went out to the Abbey in West Hollywood with some friends and I was really looking forward to it. I needed to be around gayness I suppose. So I get a drink, watermelon martini on the rocks, served in a tall glass. I drink half of that shit and I'm buzzing hard. TOTAL LIGHTWEIGHT. Yea, I am. You know what though? I told myself I was only going to have 1 drink, but the martinis at the Abbey are like doubles. So I finished my drink and I was GONE. I didn't blackout or anything, but I felt like I was squinting my eyes the rest of the night, like nothing was really clear (lol). My friends and I ended up at HERE Bar where one of my friends bought me an apple martini (which I did NOT ask for btw, I wanted water!) I drank half of it and holy shit I was shitfaced. Yea, I know, "Jay you only had 2 drinks, you're a fucking lightweight." Well, YEA, that's why this post is titled "Lightweight."

For the most part, I had a gang of fun, got to dance, took a picture with a drag queen, very fulfilling gay night. Yea that's until after we left West Hollywood and my stomach became pissed at me for drinking. My friends and I went to Ihop to eat, but by then I was having a hard time trying not to pass out and trying not to feel like I was on one of those fucked up rides at a carnival where all you do is spin around. AND there was like a mosh pit going on inside my stomach. I tried to puke in the bathroom where it was convenient to puke, but my stomach was like, "Oh no Bitch, Ima be playing with you for a little bit longer." My stomach doesn't like to be trifled with. Anyway so we went back to my friend's house where I left my car and then said our goodbyes. I start walking to my car and BAM! sure enough I puke up those 2 martinis. Thank you stomach. Well I got into my car and passed out. Woke up an hour or so later and some how made it home. Puking sucks major ass. I woke up this morning (or rather, early afternoon) nauseous and with a raging . . . HEADACHE.

Prior to the vomiting and wanting to die, I did have a really good time with my friends. I also learned a few things: I have a limit of 1 drink only and I must never piss off my stomach because I will severely pay for it later. Oh, and I am happy to report that I was not involved in any acts of debauchery (actually, should I be happy about that?)