Well Well Well, I got a good one for you guys tonight. It has a mixture of nearly everything you could believe for a fun night. Just for the record (for those who don’t know, I am still in my leg cast and no longer in my neck sling thank GOD! I look only half way retarded any time I leave my forsaken house now.
Anyways onto my story…
It all started Saturday night when I got invited out to my neighbor’s birthday party. He is 55 years old so I figured ah what the hey, might as well as mix in a few alcoholic drinks with my pain meds right? Because that is really good for you (Kidding).
So I went out to the get together. It was a good time. Having drinks, eating Mexican food, boy o boy what a mixture by the way.
It was a good time. All of our friends were there and getting a little more tipsy as the night went on. We had already been there long enough to get 2 margaritas in a piece, and trust me at this restaurant 2 margaritas is plenty to knock you on your behind. You do the math when you add in a few hydros to the mix. Not good…Not good at all.
Somewhere in the mix of all the conversations someone brought up a great idea to get a limo for the night. Seemed to be a pretty good idea huh? Lucky for everyone around us I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy who has a limo. So I looked up VIP Limo in Rowlett and sure enough… I FOUND HIM. Go figure huh. I hadn’t spoken with him in a few years and I was too far from the name of his company, Rowlett VIP Limo.
ANYWAYS, long story short he was able to hook us up with a GREAT DEAL last minute and before we knew it we were at some bar in Dallas and having a great time singing karaoke and taking fireball shots..
Yes shots and shots and shots. The thought of the flash back makes me sick in itself. Well before we knew after that I got back in the limo and were making our way back to our cars.
Ill have you know that being in the back of the limo isn’t the best spot when you are very drunk and on pain meds. You catch every single little bump and swerve and movement on the road possible. This is exactly why I threw up. Everywhere. Inside my shirt. On the floor. On the girl next to me. On the outside of the limo. You name it I hit it.
It was horrible. It was the longest ride back EVER.
Not to mention my drunkenness didn’t exactly relieve the pain on my fractured leg.
It was awful.
Everyone was running away from me like the black plague (rightly so). I felt horrible because the trip was awesome until that part.
We were all having a blast and nobody else got sick on the trip but me L
But the good part is that I survived and learned my lesson.
Don’t get drunk when you are on pan meds in your buddies limo. Especially when he let us rent it for practically nothing at all.