Everyone's asleep, except maybe Melvin. Poor guy's inbetween. Not enough vodka to throw up, but too much to shrug it off. Me? Well, I threw up twice. Too much too fast. Was like what, 8 shots? Rofl. It's hard stuff and actually tastes downright nasty. It burns real bad, and my sorethroat isn't getting any better.
It really felt good, I mean, that short period before throwing up, and the short timeframe after throwing up. I felt like I wanted to and could say things I didn't usually. My brothers were there to listen, I didn't quite have a care in the world. I admitted to things I never would have in my full consciousness, expressed thoughts I think when I'm at the pit bottom of my moods. Things that for the first time, someone else heard.
Oddly enough, Mel and Bagero saluted me for having control over myself regardless. I was in character all along, save the times where, well, I talked about myself. Where important things are concerned, yes, people who have an inkling of who I am should have known by now - I don't like talking anything about a person that starts with I and ends with N.
I have to admit, it took A LOT out of me to give poor Joy a few lines to check if she was okay. She was, to put it simply, wasted. I can't and won't go into details, it'd be intruding her privacy somewhat. We'll leave it at Bfoo, Bagero and Mel (The only fully sober ones left) had to rouse me from me pseudo slumber and had me limp over to the next room. Well she's fine now, sleeping like an angel, so I guess that's a relief.
Oh the evils of alcohol. Will people still drink? Answer's probably yes. Everyone thinks the can control themselves. Few actually do. I know my limit now. And no, it's not a good thing to test it or even tether close by. 8 shots being gulped in a span of like what, 10 minutes, just isn't a smart thing to do.
Take it from me, especially girls. When you need to stop, you stop. No questions asked.