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I didn't have a hangover today, thanks for my date for remembering to bring water. I did roll outta bed at 1130 to check out of the hotel by noon, and then took an hour ride home and slept another 2 hours
My worst hang over was end of July, 2002.
I lived in North Wildwood with my best friend. She had just turned 21, I was still 19. We knew cops. I got into the bars (being a 25 year old hispanic woman. side note: i'm as white as bread; complete with blonde hair and green eyes) Anyway, we started doing shots...and mind erasers...and long island ice teas. It was some girls 21st birthday, she stood up on the bar to announce it was her bday, she was the youngest girl there, so everyone has to by her drinks. I attempt to stand up on the bar and announce I was 19, good thing my friends pull me down. I don't remember much...only throwing up in the middle of the night, and flushing my contact case down the toliet. Then I told my friend to leave me to die in the bathroom because the floor was tile, semi-cold, and we had no air conditioning...it was also during one of the great heat waves we had during that summer.
I wake up the next morning, realize I'm late for work, get dressed, grab a glass of water, find my keys and me *real* license...and then proced to throw up. I realize I'm still drunk and can't drive the 10miles to work. I call my boss and tell him I have food posining. My mom calls, I tell her to hold on while I puke. I tell her I have food poisining. I laid on the couch until 4pm when my roommate comes home. We have an appt at the spa for her bday. I throw up in a spa. My roommate force feeds me: banannas, water, bread, everything I throw back up.
I threw up until 7:45pm...when I drank ginger ale.
To this day, I will not drink LITs, and I HEART ginger ale.
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