This may have actually been the second time I had gotten drunk and not the first, but I'm still entirely sure about that time and there's no story to tell anyway for that one. It was just "I got a little drunk". But the one with the story is the one where I also had my first hangover.
Some of you have heard this one before.
When I was in college I was a geology major, and the way the major ends is that your final requirement is "Field Camp", which as you may have guessed is where you spend a summer doing actual field work. We were out in Wyoming and Montana for this, and it was 2014, I was 21 at the time. Anyway we'd often drink cuz we were cool like that (and our professor was quite fond of tequila as I understand it).
So it's the....2nd to last night of field camp and we're in this one bar in Montana, and while we're there one of the guys is like
"Hey, who wants to do a shot of whiskey with me?!"
This summer was my first time seriously drinking, I hadn't drank much alcohol over the years up until this point, so going to bars and stuff was still a novelty to me, so you get all excited about it and wanna drink as much as possible, so I'm like
Fuck yeah I'll do some shots of whsikey!
These were huge shot glasses. They were like more than twice the size of a normal shot glass. But I downed the shit anyway. It's a little later and I'm definitely quickly on my way to getting drunk, as I've also had a few mugs of beer and stuff in addition to the whiskey. And when you're drunk you can sometimes get brilliant--and by brilliant I mean fucking stupid--ideas, and in my brilliant moment I think
"Y'know I should have ANOTHER shot of whiskey....an another beer!"
So my dumb ass orders another beer and another abnormally sized shot and downs the shot quickly. Later I'm coming back from the bathroom and you can tell I am basically hammered, I can barely walk straight, and am admittedly (in retrospect anyway) not feeling 100%. I manage to get back to where I was sitting and try to finish the beer....
....but instead puke all over the goddamn floor. Convenient timing I guess since right then the bartender shouts
"Bar's closing in 5 minutes everyone"
Though I'm not sure if the bar really did close normally at that time, or the bartender was closing up because she was like "great some bitch vomited on the floor tonight fml".
So everyone gets up and leaves and a couple of my classmates carry my drunk ass outside. I don't remember what happened after this point as I blacked out, but I was later told I did not actually pass out then and even spoke some on the way back to the dorms we were staying at.
And then I woke up in the dorms with someone else's pants on (hooray for puking on yourself). You can imagine that I didn't have fun that day, experiencing my first hangover, but fortunately it's not like we had to go out and do work, that day was when we drove to Billings to get on our flights home to New Jersey. I threw up again on the way to Billings in an Arby's, and not in the bathroom, but on the floor outside of it so I'm sure I made some employee's day.
I'm pretty sure that, since this was the first time the university was doing field camp, that my professor was absolutely thrilled that the worst thing that happened was that I got too drunk instead of like someone fell off a cliff or got bit by a rattlesnake lol.
.....so there you have it. Still drink, this did not scare me away from booze lol
