I was in Ireland about two years ago. My GF didn't want to go out so I headed downtown with a friend. We picked up these two polish chicks and went back to their place. We were pretty hammered at this point. Almost gone. My friend goes to the bathroom to puke and Magda goes to bed. It's just me and Alexandra sitting at a coffee table discussing the different politics of our countries. I couldn't really make any good conversation at this point and just remember saying "oh, it's just different" over and over. Then she brings out a bottle of clear tequila. All i remember is the red sombrero as the cap. If i ever see a bottle im buying it for memories. If any of you know what it is let me know.
So, we're sitting around doing shots and eventually the bottle is about half gone. Then we just starting drinking it like it was water. Eventually the bottle is gone and I call my friend out of the batrhroom. He darts out the back door and I get up to follow. Something wasn't right. My legs were weird. I stumble outside quick and close the door before falling to my knees and puking like hell. My friend is out of earshot at this point. I try to get up and walk home but just can't stand. Not even close. My apartment is like a half mile away down this s curve road. All I could do was crawl through the irish mud back to my apartment. I crawl in the lobby. Reach up to the button for the elevator. Get up stairs. Crawl to my door. Reach up with the key card and get in.
At this point i had enough sense to know my gf was going to be pissed so i am super quiet and decide to sleep in the living room. I get undressed, lay down on the couch and close my eyes. Seconds later I rocket vomited straight up into the air waking up my gf. She comes out freaking out and at this point i cant even crawl. She had do drag all 225 pounds of me to the bathroom. What a woman.
Never thought of tequila the same again. I've been more drunk but this was the best story.
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