InVOLuntary
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While in college I went home with my roommate. I got there and he said they were having a tequila party. There were about 6 or seven of us sitting in chairs in a circle. I'd never had tequila so I wasn't sure what I was getting into. They had a community glass they were passing around. It was one of those old school cafeteria glasses, the small ones that you typically would have juice in. I would guess it was about 4oz. They'd fill it about 1/2 full and they'd hand it to you along with a slice of lemon and a salt shaker. You'd shoot it and hand it to the next person and they'd hit, so on and so forth.Jesus dude.. That would've killed me at any age..
I drank a pint of Maker's 101 in a somewhere around an hour and a half once... Chased it with a Frostie Root Beer .. I thought I was dying the next day and was sick for three days.. Didn't drink brown liquor for a year and a half after that...
I don't know how many times I hit it but it was a bunch. I don't remember much about that night. I have little tidbits that I remember. I recall that we all walked to the kitchen and passed around a half gallon of Bryer's vanilla ice cream and again, a community spoon. Handled it the same way we did with the liquor. At that point I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was waking up with my head on the table looking down at my blue jeans seeing white vanilla ice cream all over my pants. Yes, I'd thrown it up. I then remember two of the guys carrying me out side and laying me down on the concrete under the carport. I remember staring up at the light, a single incandescent bulb. I remember it being cold and having only a short sleeved shirt on and seeing my breath. It seemed like I was out there for maybe 10 minutes. I later found out I was out there for a couple of hours before they drug me back in the house.
I had never been that messed up and haven't been since. It was no fun. I literally couldn't put lemon in my tea for a year. Also, I found out it wasn't tequila we were drinking but good ol' moonshine. Got to love those roommates.
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