As I think back to one of my drunkest nights of my life I come to realize that I actually do not remember most of it. In 11th grade my friend was throwing a party (as his parents were away). At the party I was introduced to this tube-like product called the headrush. If you have never heard of the headrush, let me explain for you. This tube-like product easily fit over the top of a logneck beer bottle (they now make attachments for cans). The tube had a straw coming out of it to hold in, or release the air pressure within the bottle. You would place the tube over the bottle, and cover the top of the straw part with your finger. When you were ready you would release your hold on the straw part and slug back the beer. The beer would flow down your throat about as fast as a funnel. As I am sure you all are right now, I was fascinated by this product. It was headrush time! Beer after beer after beer after beer…The next thing I know I am sitting in a lawn chair and begin to vomit. I have been told many things from that night but from that point on I remember only three things:
1. As I am sitting, vomiting on this lawn chair this chick continues to try to feed me rice cakes. Every time I eat a rice cake I throw up more.I am too fucked up to even get the sense to tell her to stop feeding me fucking rice cakes.
2. My friends mom was suppose to take me home. She saw how wasted I was and asked me for my mom’s phone number. I then proceded to shout to her my home address followed by my moms phone number.
3. I wake up, its 8am, I am laying in my living room and I have no idea how I ended up there.
What I was told happened: I was throwing up for 4hrs straight, my mom had to come pick me up, she then passed out from seeing me so wasted, her boyfriend had to pick us both up. Then I was taken home.
