My friend got it for me, and we holed ourselves up in my old house for a night of drinking. I was fine, for a while. We took shots, played drinking games, and got so drunk that we could barely stand.
I had been seeing a (much older) man at the time, and we were going through some problems. Being the sentimental/dramatic girl that I am, and of course the hooch always makes it seem like a good idea, I called him up. He was already mad at me, so he refused to answer my call and I got his voicemail. I left him a very drunken, very heated message and needless to say it was the catalyst that ended THAT relationship.
It was the best thing cheap liquor has ever done for me
Anyway, after leaving said voicemail I was sitting in the floor between the couch and the coffee table, drink in hand, when I suddenly just vomited. It was a seal breaker, too. From that point on, I ended up puking 14 times, waking up the next morning and throwing up twice more.
Did I learn a lesson? Nope. It was the beginning of the best relationship with the best partner I've ever had. (())
I don't go on very many cheap dates anymore, though :lol:
