One thing about my buddy Creed is that he and myself tend to get super drunk when in each others' presence. It's almost like an unspoken competition of who can regret their choices in the morning. Creed played a competitive college sport so he would always meet up with them and drink heavily before partying with us. This was a bad thing.
This particular night was part two in a 2-night sequence of partying. The previous day, nothing serious happened, but I do need to note that he had to "Shoot the Boot", which is a punishment amongst his team mates. The basis of Shoot the Boot is the participant must take off their shoe, fill it with beer, and chug it.
Anyways, on to the interesting night. We have a ton of people over, pregaming. I break out jager and rum, along with some tequila. It's gonna be a crazy night. We play some pong and chill out, getting drunk but not trashy drunk... yet.
When it's time to leave, Creed, myself and most of our friends have a good 5 or 6 drinks in them from 2 hours of hanging around. I decide it's time for a round of shots. Creed firmly believes that that particular shot led to the turmoil that happened that night.
We get to our favorite bar and find that one of our most favorite local bands is playing. They play amazing covers and interact with the audience really well. It's a great experience whether you're drinking or not.
Anyways, I get up to the bar to grab a rum and coke because I'm feeling tired from the previous night, and I also love rum and cokes. I pay for the drink and realize that I was given two rum and cokes. Uh oh, it's a 2-for-1 kinda night. This is going to be interesting.
About 6 or 7 2-for-1's later, I am dancing like a madman in the bar. Hell, everyone is. We're being rude, bumping into people, spilling our full-drinks from moving around so much. I feel like a good 2 of my drinks were spilled that night.
Cue to around 1:00Am. I decide it's a great time to head to the sake bar and order some girly drinks. I instead opt to get an 350ml bottle of Spicy Plum Wine. Let's recall what I've drank so far tonight:
- Beer-got a custom 6-pack, so some heavy and dark beers
- Shots of Rum
- Shots of Jager
- Rum and cokes
And now I want to top that magical concoction with a spicy wine made from plums. Sounds like a great idea, my stomach will surely appreciate it.
If you recall my story about the 4Loko Water Cooler, I woke up feeling HORRIBLE. The next morning was almost as bad. I hugged a toilet pretty much all day. I tried eating something, lost it 5 minutes later. On the car drive home(around 2pm), I had to stop every 10 minutes and dry-heave my brains out, body shivering, cold sweats, headache, and just an overall feeling of death lingering over me.
Now, I wouldn't have written this story unless some funny shit went down. Creed got trashed and left the bar with two friends to hit up another bar. He had more drinks with friends and was left to find his way back to my buddy's apartment. Somewhere between that second bar and the apartment, this happened:
That look when you immediately sober up after not know what the fuck just happened...
He came in that night, stumbling, incoherently ranting, and asking what happened to him. I'm pretty sure he forgot what happened, but remembered he was in pain. Us, finding this hilarious, decided to bring him to the bathroom to see his expression when he looked into the mirror. I'm no photographer, but I definitely captured the moment perfectly.
Now, who is on the phone, you ask? This was Creed's girlfriend. He calls her, wakes her up at 3:00Am, telling her that he fucked up his face. This is how the rest of the conversation went:
Creed: Hey, I fucked up my face and I need you to help me babe
Her: Creed, where are you, are you safe? What happened?
Creed(realizing that he has a phone in his hand and called his girlfriend): I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU RIGHT NOW, BYE!
I got in contact with her and assured her that Creed would be put to sleep after tending to his wounds.
No one knows what really happened to Creed that night. We think that he either ran into a thorn-bush or fell face first on gravel. Either way, we got a funny story and I captured a perfectly timed picture of the aftermath. That's a success in my eyes.