So my sophomore year in highschool, it was my bestfriend Zaine’s last night in Arizona before he moved to Oklahoma, so we were obligated to make it an unforgettable night.
All we had a bottle of off-brand vodka, which was completely terrible. As we are driving around to pick up the rest of our friends, my friend Kayla and I decided to celebrate a little earlier than everyone else, in the car. We weren’t driving, and we were in the backseat, so we started taking shots. After 3 shots, I’m already feeling a strong buzz, keep in mind I’m a really skinny kid. I couldn’t take the taste anymore, and frankly neither could anyone else, so we started drinking screw-drivers.
For some reason, we chose to stop at a Taco-Bell, a Burger King, and a McDonalds because everyone wanted something to eat. Somehow realizing three fast food joints weren’t good enough, we stopped at a Del Taco. At this point, we had about 12 people with us, only about half of us are drunk. However, I am significantly more intoxicated. At this point I can’t stand up without falling, and the only words I can speak are sexual advances to my friend Brooklyn.
The last thing I can actually remember is trying to stand-up, but falling and watching yellow puke roll across the tile in front of me.
My friends then told me they had to clean up the puke, and after 20 minutes of puking in the Del-Taco bathroom, they had to take me home because I wouldn’t stop throwing-up.
I wake up naked, with worried and then angry texts from my girlfriend, puke on every corner of my room, and a note from my friend Zaine saying “Please don’t die, and thanks for letting us clean up your chicken-noodle puke.”
