Well, living in Ireland. I don't drink either!
Can you smell the big fat lie?
I'll share two with you...
First year in college:
First time I got hammered really. (It's legal to drink at 18 where I come from). Up until May that year, i had never been drunk. I was always the one making sure my 2 friends got home OK and sobbered up Ok the following day and didn't vanish in the middle of the night with some stranger and giving out to them for drinknig themselves silly... (They are both respectivellly 1 and 2.5 years older than me, might I add...)
Then, there was a birthday party. Not even mine. But I polished off a bottle of Bailey's almost by myself in a rather short space of time.
There was spaghetti Bolognese to be had that night. I was sitting on the floor but I couldn't get up for 2 hours solid. My head was fine. (Well, I thought it was and since I remember this vividly ad it was 6 years ago, I think was). My plate had to be brought to me by one of the aformentioned friends (in fits laughing, of course). I ate it all by myself though. I thought it was a pretty good effort.
Then we decided to go to the pub. I remember walking to the pub (5 minutes down the road) between my 2 friends who kept saying "We're so proud of you, it's about time it happened..." or something to that effect and me replying (imagine crying / whining voice) "You don't understand, I'm so ashamed... Look, I can't even walk straight..."
The second (second year in college) started as a drinking competition with a rugby player. A friend of mine. I was supposed to drink Vodka orange but apparently, we ran out of OJ and finished off with apple juice. I never noticed the difference. I got sick outside the house, then I proceeded to pass out. Woke up on the sofa a few hours later and everybody was gone. Apart from my rugby playing friend still going strong.
The shame of it all...
They were probably the worse two... Unless I don't remember... That's always a possibility.
