The Eyes Of A Spectator

So I went to a party at my friends house, and it was really nice. It wasn't anything special, we pretty much did what we would do every night, except more people, and a lot of food. It was really nice. I played some poker, guitar hero, and just socialized.

After a while of that, we went to my other friends house. This was where everything went a little downhill, for me and another friend.

Phil, Nick, Kyle, Jenna, Andrew, and I went elsewhere and had accessed ourselves to a lot alcohol. Me being the idiot I am, immediately decided that I wanted to drink. I had never gotten passed the point of having a spinning head, and that is where most people stop. I told myself I wanted to get passed that, so I kept downing everything.

In total I had 7 cups of mixed alcohol, and 2 beers. My friend Kyle had about 2 cups, and 1 beer. My other friend Andrew had 1 cup and 2 beers.

Of course, I got shitfaced.

It was a good thing that I had eaten around 7 sandwiches at Jenna's house, because if I had not, I would potentially be dead somewhere. It was also good that I had these friends, and I'm very grateful for them, because if it weren't for them, I would also probably have been dead somewhere.

So all of us were upstairs, and I was really losing it, so I knew that I had to let them know things. I can't quite remember telling them everything. Everything I wanted to say came out right in my head, but in real life, it sounded something like "AShfhglavawe'aghra."

I put my hands on Jenna's shoulders and started talking to her thinking it was Kyle. Then I tried to state who everyone is, and screwed it all up.

Then as we were going downstairs, I lost my balance so Kyle started saying "Left foot, right foot," and that is when I lost it. After that point I remember absolutely nothing.

Apparently I started vomiting like all hell, and everything that was inside me started coming out. I threw up all over the walls, and floor, the toilet and a little on Kyle. Now that I think about it, it was pretty funny.

After that Jenna got her parents to drop me off home, and for that I'm grateful. After that, I guess I was laid down in my bed. That's when I woke up and freaked out, because I felt like crap, could barely move, and my hair was covered in dry vomit.

Never again.