SO I finally have something fun to do in Savannah...I know it is a shock but somehow I made it past that strange occurance. Some of the younger girls from work (ages 22-27) decided to go out for a girls night. We tried to keep it someone quiet because there were cetain people in the office that we did not want to know about it. Why you may ask? because they are are annoying bitches? Well part of it yes, but the main reason beging that the last time everyone from the office went out (for a girl's going away) when I came back in that Monday, somehow the president of the company knew all about it and relayed in pretty much detail what happened, who flashed for drinks, who threw up for an hour and had to go home and who was just plain trashed. But somehow he did not know that I was DD and did none of those things. So someone had to call him and let him know. We have a few suspects and since none of us really wanted to spend time with them anyway did not invite them. So on Friday one lady who is, 39 found out we were going and threw this passive agressive fit which finally resulted in her telling Mr. President that she did not feel well and was going home. Wow I wish I coud go home everytime someone pissed me off...
Anywho we got past that little drama and Saturday came. I got all tarted up anddrove over to my friend Sarah's house. A few of us met there and took a cab down to River Street and met up with the other girls. 10 of us in all. We went to a place called One Eyed Lizzies. The food was not bad...or so we thought. We ate and I had a drink, some of the girls had more. Then we walked down to Wet Willies and got another drink. I had a small (the quantity that I drank is important as you will find out). SO one girl is there. Maybe had 2 or 3 beers and goes and throws up. SHe feels better and has a frozen drink. Then we decide to go to all the clubs we might go to to get stamped or wrist bands, so we won't have to pay cover later. We go to 309 West. STand around for a while I have a Burbon and coke and then go next do to Downunder. Theer another girls gets sick...I don't know how much she had to drink but we had not been out that long and I don't think it was much. The place is kind of dead so we go back to Coyotes. We are dancing and I have another drink. And then I don't feel so well.
Now, I don't throw up. Not saying that I never have but I DON't throw up. I will sit in a bathroom for an hour trying to figure out someway not to throw up. I've had the flu and done the same thing. The only time I have thrown up from Alcohol was 1) because I had sex instead of just going to bed and all the shaking of the liquid in my stomach was not a good thing and 2) the next day when I was too thristy and drank too much water too fast. SO I causually ask where the bathroom is, go in there hang my purse on the hook, turn around and immedictaly thrown up and little, then a lot, then a lot, and then a little and after the 4th time I was done. Most of my dinner was gone and I felt better. No crying, no shaking (what usually happens if I'm sick) no nothing. Just like it was a normal thing,like I just went in a peed. It was so strange. On my way out of the bathroom, I see another girl looking green and heading into the bathroom.
So we decide to leave and go to Ibezia or the Zoo or whatever they are going to call it this week. They are playing some good music and I dance and have a great time. BUt I'm still too afraid to drink. Then another girl starts feeling sick and goes outside. And throws up in an alley. At that point we decide to call it a night.
Our wonderful fun fillled night (which still had some fun parts) was ruined by bad food. NEVER EAT AT ONE EYED LIZZIES on River Street.
Just for some more info that you probably did not want to know...what was left in my system hit me today and I feel icky! And a preemptive TLDR. Sorry this is so long!
What did you all do this weekend?
Anywho we got past that little drama and Saturday came. I got all tarted up anddrove over to my friend Sarah's house. A few of us met there and took a cab down to River Street and met up with the other girls. 10 of us in all. We went to a place called One Eyed Lizzies. The food was not bad...or so we thought. We ate and I had a drink, some of the girls had more. Then we walked down to Wet Willies and got another drink. I had a small (the quantity that I drank is important as you will find out). SO one girl is there. Maybe had 2 or 3 beers and goes and throws up. SHe feels better and has a frozen drink. Then we decide to go to all the clubs we might go to to get stamped or wrist bands, so we won't have to pay cover later. We go to 309 West. STand around for a while I have a Burbon and coke and then go next do to Downunder. Theer another girls gets sick...I don't know how much she had to drink but we had not been out that long and I don't think it was much. The place is kind of dead so we go back to Coyotes. We are dancing and I have another drink. And then I don't feel so well.
Now, I don't throw up. Not saying that I never have but I DON't throw up. I will sit in a bathroom for an hour trying to figure out someway not to throw up. I've had the flu and done the same thing. The only time I have thrown up from Alcohol was 1) because I had sex instead of just going to bed and all the shaking of the liquid in my stomach was not a good thing and 2) the next day when I was too thristy and drank too much water too fast. SO I causually ask where the bathroom is, go in there hang my purse on the hook, turn around and immedictaly thrown up and little, then a lot, then a lot, and then a little and after the 4th time I was done. Most of my dinner was gone and I felt better. No crying, no shaking (what usually happens if I'm sick) no nothing. Just like it was a normal thing,like I just went in a peed. It was so strange. On my way out of the bathroom, I see another girl looking green and heading into the bathroom.
So we decide to leave and go to Ibezia or the Zoo or whatever they are going to call it this week. They are playing some good music and I dance and have a great time. BUt I'm still too afraid to drink. Then another girl starts feeling sick and goes outside. And throws up in an alley. At that point we decide to call it a night.
Our wonderful fun fillled night (which still had some fun parts) was ruined by bad food. NEVER EAT AT ONE EYED LIZZIES on River Street.
Just for some more info that you probably did not want to know...what was left in my system hit me today and I feel icky! And a preemptive TLDR. Sorry this is so long!
What did you all do this weekend?