I have a theory that everyone either HAS or knows of a "tequila story".
Here's my contribution:
College - doing the tequila shot ritual with a few friends. We're licking the salt, taking the shot and biting the lime as usual, when two of the guys start trying to out-clown each other, licking the lime, snorting the tequila, etc.
*not long after*
One of these young geniuses retires to the bathroom for the remainder of the evening. Not long after, Chris, the other one, leaves, setting out on foot, tacking in broad zigzags up the hill towards our dorm.
Fifteen minutes later, I'm driving up the hill, and few blocks along I find him standing in the middle of the street, swaying.
"Dude, get in the car" I say. He gets in, and instantly vomits all over my back seat.
We go upstairs to the hall we both live on. He is showing signs of vomiting again, so I walk him to the big, communal bathroom. He's got vomit on his shirt, so he strips it off. He reels right, then left and starts to take his shoes and pants off. He takes his underwear off, and on top of the little pile of clothes, he sets his glasses. He staggers a couple of steps and dives for the toilet, roaring vomit, skinny with ribs heaving; ass and junk all out.
I pick up his things and steer him towards his room, once he's done, put him on his bed and toss a couple of towels at him.
He doesn't recall these events...
Here's my contribution:
College - doing the tequila shot ritual with a few friends. We're licking the salt, taking the shot and biting the lime as usual, when two of the guys start trying to out-clown each other, licking the lime, snorting the tequila, etc.
*not long after*
One of these young geniuses retires to the bathroom for the remainder of the evening. Not long after, Chris, the other one, leaves, setting out on foot, tacking in broad zigzags up the hill towards our dorm.
Fifteen minutes later, I'm driving up the hill, and few blocks along I find him standing in the middle of the street, swaying.
"Dude, get in the car" I say. He gets in, and instantly vomits all over my back seat.
We go upstairs to the hall we both live on. He is showing signs of vomiting again, so I walk him to the big, communal bathroom. He's got vomit on his shirt, so he strips it off. He reels right, then left and starts to take his shoes and pants off. He takes his underwear off, and on top of the little pile of clothes, he sets his glasses. He staggers a couple of steps and dives for the toilet, roaring vomit, skinny with ribs heaving; ass and junk all out.
I pick up his things and steer him towards his room, once he's done, put him on his bed and toss a couple of towels at him.
He doesn't recall these events...
