Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2005 4:43 pm
It was when I finished graduate school in University two decades ago. They "organised" this farewell party with "Canadian" Tequila. Do not even ask if there is -any- Canadian Tequila anymore. They probably discontinued it after some deadly poissonigs. I promised my girlfriend then, now my wife, that I would never drink excessively after that. I have been under control wihin my limits, which can be more than adequate to keep up with some fans around here. 
I took a plane the next day of the party. It was the worst possible combination.
I took a plane the next day of the party. It was the worst possible combination.
. Anyway we went to a few clubs and I felt fine going back to the hotel but once I tried the go to sleep the bed started to spin. This was the first time I actually got nauseated trying to fall to sleep. The next morning was definitely worse than the night before. Just picture a bright sunny day coupled with a white sand beach and you probably know what I was going through. Once I got to the beach I probably slept for another hour before I had to run about 60 yard to the restroom and puke (kind of looked like Mountain Dew). 