I got so drunk last night!

That's a sentence I don't get to use too often, so I'm going to use it as many times as I can in this post, 'cause man, I got so drunk last night!

I got so drunk last night! It was the Miami Ad School end-of-quarter party, and it was at this cool club on the Reeperbahn. The place must have been an apartment building in a former life, because, well, it totally looked like an apartment building. They took each floor, painted it with heavy duty paint, mounted funky fixtures and solid furniture (hard to break, easy to clean vomit off of) installed some speakers and opened for business. It was a great place to get drunk, and I got so drunk last night.

The drinks were free at first, and that always makes me realize how much cost gets in the way of my intoxication. I just can't stand to watch money flow out of my wallet for something I don't want that badly. But if the drinks are free, it's bottoms up baby! I got so drunk last night! I started off with gin and tonic, which I like because it's just lemony and fizzy enough for me to fool myself into believing that it's tasty and refreshing. Plus, it's not beer. Plus, gin is strong. I got so totally drunk last night! I had two gin and tonics, and three shots of Jägermeister.

I haven't found too many liquors that are as divisive as Jägermeister. People either love it or hate it because of the flavor (though both will drink it until they pass out naked in a corner, so whatever). You have to like black licorice*, and that's the polarizing part. I've been a big fan ever since Amsterdam, where black licorice is plentiful and varied. They actually have candy that's licorice-y, and salty. Which seems so galactically fucked up, until I tried it a few times (it takes a few times), and I started to like it. So Jägermeister is like really sweet licorice that fucks you up. Excellent. I got so drunk last night.

I got so drunk last night! But I don't blame the Jägermeister as much as I blame Teresa. She's so damn cute and flirty and completely off limits to me for a number of reasons I won't go into here. But she's fun to talk to, and she goaded me into drinking shot after shot after shot (literally - we had three... I'm such a fucking lightweight). I got so drunk last night! For an hour or two I could barely stand up and I had to lean against things like the radiator, the bar, the wall, Sebastian, it was crazy. I got so drunk last night!

I got so drunk last night, it was crazy. Everything was funny, like someone turned up the comedy dial. All my cares and worries faded away so I could concentrate on important things like looking down Teresa's shirt  and not falling on my ass. It was awesome. I got so drunk last night.

I got so drunk last night! I got home at 3:30 or so, still tipsy, stomach all gurgly. I felt kinda like I was going to throw up, but I wasn't sure if that was because I was going to throw up, or because I couldn't stop thinking about throwing up. I slept restlessly, and ended up waking up before my alarm clock and getting to work earlier than I have for the last three weeks, because I was so paranoid about over sleeping and showing up way too late because I got so drunk last night.

I got so drunk last night!


* I just realized that the term black licorice is redundant. All licorice is black licorice. Red licorice isn't licorice, it's a lie. A sweet, delicious lie.