[absolutuscchick]

Originally posted by AXJules
Maybe I can win, as we all know God as no mercy when it comes to my life....

20th bday.
Cancun, Mexico.
What I drank--
I go there every year so I have a few club owners and bartenders that are family friends that throw me a party every year. I showed up the night before I was supposed to come back to the States. I closed my eyes, and when they opened there was this cake thing with a big glass on fire. To this day I don't know what the hell I drank, I just know it was orange and sparkly and flaming. Anyway it was about the size of a can of Coke and tasted damn good. Then I had a few beers. Some dude from Egypt sent our table a bottle of champagne, also pretty good. Occasionally I'd dance, do shots, walk around, do more shots. I got pulled up onstage at Dady Rock, where they gave me a Jager bomb and Tequila-whiskey thing I had to drink out of a tube. By the end of the night, I had had 8 tequila shots, 10 beers, half a bottle of champagne, 5 mixed drinks, the orange flaming thing, and some vodka slushies.

I got home at 5 am, puking continuously. I didn't know we had to be at the airport at 6:30 AM.....needless to say I don't remember saying goodbye to the 'rents, my friend and I tried to check 6 bags b/c we saw double of the 3 we had, no lie....I didn't pay the cabbie, just walked away...lied puking in the bathroom for 2 hours in the airport. Our plane was delayed 3 hours, because the bathrooms in coach were broken. They couldn't fix them so we depart anyway. Finally, we get on. Of course, there are 2 ugly ass redheaded beast babies screaming and crying sitting in front of me. It was bad enough their screams ripped through my headphones and lasted an hour and a half, I couldn't even ignore them because their horse faces were constatnly staring at me. To my left, is this dipshit who smells like BO and whiskey. He sang music from Jesus Christ Superstar (not even the right words, they were all wrong) for 45 minutes straight, presumably to drown out the hellspawn's cries. I am still drunk and cannot figure out how to keep my tray table up. Suddenly, our plane starts to shake violently. The pilot announces that the RADAR IS BROKEN, AND WE'RE LEAKING FUEL. WTF????????????????????????????????? The one kid starts crying, while the uglier of the two suddenly quiets. Thank god, I think. What an angel, thank you.............until HE PUKES white chunky stuff all over the back of the seat in front of me. This of course makes me puke, and I continue to do so for the next hour until we make an emergency landing back in Cancun. We have to board out the back of the plane, where this crochety old lady falls down the stairs. WE WAIT MORE. I have the worst headache, we wait two more hours, get on a plane next to a nun who shakes her head at me and lectures me as I puke the whole way back to St. Louis. Our lunch meal is fruit and sandwiches. I'm all, ok, bread and ginger ale, I can do this.....I am starting to feel a lil better. Then my friend opens hers, and its all moldy. My puking resumes.

I got to my friends house at 9:30 pm, 12 hours after we were supposed to be home, and slept the next 2 days straight.

They also lost our luggage.

you're REALLY lucky you didn't die from all that alcohol!!!