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Bluelighter
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So over Christmas break freshman year, we had some relatives over, and like every Christmas break my parents were drinking every night (not like alcoholics or whatever, just normal partying type stuff). There was lots of booze in the house; a bottle of whiskey, one of vodka, one of Irish Creme, one of gin, countless beers and bottles of wine. I'd been smoking pot for a few months but I was curious what The Legal Drug felt like, so I started experimenting.
The first few times were fairly enjoyable. I was just drinking on my own, but I loved how horny, relaxed, and happy the beers made me feel. I didn't really have a concept of how much was too much, and I got drunk every night for about five days. I didn't even get any hangovers. Then one night I pushed it too far.
I had two or three beers, about ten shots of whiskey/vodka; that would've been enough to get me drunk probably, but I didn't stop there. I got out the Irish Creme. Damn Irish Creme. The bottle was heavy, and I was already slightly drunk when I got into the stuff. I just started taking shots, and the next thing I knew the bottle was empty. I didn't realize how much I drank because the bottle still felt heavy after every shot
I at least had sense enough to know that I'd had way too much to drink, and the best thing to do would be to go to bed before it kicked in and I'd be too drunk to get up the stairs. I don't remember much after this, just some flashes; most of the rest of this report is based on what my parents told me.
I was already too drunk to get up the stairs apparently. I fell down the stairs twice, making enough noise to wake my mom. In slurred speech I said something like "I'm sorry mom, I was experimenting and I got drunk, the best thing is for me to go to bed." She realized how f-ed up I was and woke my dad (ER nurse), who had me induce vomiting over the toilet. I was by now shouting, laughing like a madman, and talking in a fake british accent for some reason. I started screaming out "I'm gay I'm gay and now I'm going to die and I'm gay" (I wasn't gay, just the usual early teen bi-curious phase lots of people go through). Other gems include "from now on I shall be a teetotaler", and "fuck you bitch" (directed at my own mother).
I kept asking if my brothers and sisters were okay, kept telling stories about myself having sex with other boys (which were untrue), and babbling nonsense. My parents tell me I basically repeated the same phrases until about 4 o' clock in the morning when I passed out.
The next day was hell. I've never felt so humiliated and ashamed in my life. I scared the shit out of my younger sisters (aged 13 and 10) and brother (aged 8 ), and I still feel lots of guilt over how much worry I caused on that one night. They had to listen to me shrieking made-up gay sex fantasies until 4 AM (I was screaming loud enough that they couldn't sleep). To this day it's one of the things which are Never Spoken Of in my family.
After a year-long dry period, I drank occasionally throughout high school and up to today, but I've never gotten drunk since then. I never drink more than three or four beers, just enough to get a nice social buzz.
Edit: Oh, and I most definitely got a hangover the next day haha. I threw up twice and had all the usual hangover symptoms (horrible headache, etc.)
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The first few times were fairly enjoyable. I was just drinking on my own, but I loved how horny, relaxed, and happy the beers made me feel. I didn't really have a concept of how much was too much, and I got drunk every night for about five days. I didn't even get any hangovers. Then one night I pushed it too far.
I had two or three beers, about ten shots of whiskey/vodka; that would've been enough to get me drunk probably, but I didn't stop there. I got out the Irish Creme. Damn Irish Creme. The bottle was heavy, and I was already slightly drunk when I got into the stuff. I just started taking shots, and the next thing I knew the bottle was empty. I didn't realize how much I drank because the bottle still felt heavy after every shot
I at least had sense enough to know that I'd had way too much to drink, and the best thing to do would be to go to bed before it kicked in and I'd be too drunk to get up the stairs. I don't remember much after this, just some flashes; most of the rest of this report is based on what my parents told me.
I was already too drunk to get up the stairs apparently. I fell down the stairs twice, making enough noise to wake my mom. In slurred speech I said something like "I'm sorry mom, I was experimenting and I got drunk, the best thing is for me to go to bed." She realized how f-ed up I was and woke my dad (ER nurse), who had me induce vomiting over the toilet. I was by now shouting, laughing like a madman, and talking in a fake british accent for some reason. I started screaming out "I'm gay I'm gay and now I'm going to die and I'm gay" (I wasn't gay, just the usual early teen bi-curious phase lots of people go through). Other gems include "from now on I shall be a teetotaler", and "fuck you bitch" (directed at my own mother).
I kept asking if my brothers and sisters were okay, kept telling stories about myself having sex with other boys (which were untrue), and babbling nonsense. My parents tell me I basically repeated the same phrases until about 4 o' clock in the morning when I passed out.
The next day was hell. I've never felt so humiliated and ashamed in my life. I scared the shit out of my younger sisters (aged 13 and 10) and brother (aged 8 ), and I still feel lots of guilt over how much worry I caused on that one night. They had to listen to me shrieking made-up gay sex fantasies until 4 AM (I was screaming loud enough that they couldn't sleep). To this day it's one of the things which are Never Spoken Of in my family.
After a year-long dry period, I drank occasionally throughout high school and up to today, but I've never gotten drunk since then. I never drink more than three or four beers, just enough to get a nice social buzz.
Edit: Oh, and I most definitely got a hangover the next day haha. I threw up twice and had all the usual hangover symptoms (horrible headache, etc.)
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) and done stupid embarrassing things
was quite successful mind you, and breaking the garden tap off due to inability to turn it, revealling a constant fountain of easily accessable hydration 
) course the old's werent too happy about the months water bill along with having to get a plumber out to stop the water flowing lol
