Last new year's eve, myself and a group of friends went to Stradbroke Island, just off the east coast of Australia. I was going to have a quiet evening, just a six pack. But after i was done with that, people just kept giving me booze. So, i had a bit more beer. And then the yard glasses with vodka mixes started flowing.
So, i go over to see how rachel is going, and she drunkedly eggs me to skull her bottle of whiskey. A few moments later, and two thirds of a bottle later. I felt okay.. For about five minutes, which is when it hit me. We were on the way to blue water lake and everything just went to shit. lol
I somehow managed to run off into the bush, but a few of the girls came in after me to drag me back to the truck. I made some wisecrack about how this wasn't all that different from a fantasy of mine.
So, we drove back to camp, and jodie tucked me into my sleeping bag. I woke up an hour later, at 12:30, having missed New Years, and luckily missing Nathan doing his drunken nudey run.
I managed to step in the fire twice. Stayed up talking shit with some friends, watched the sun rise over the Pacific ocean. Went to bed, and woke up, miraculously, without a hangover.
So, some whiskey, some beer, some other stuff. And it all came back up eventually!
