3 days. Went to a party Friday night and got so drunk I couldn't hold my head up to puke into the toilet. Finally early in the morning I was able to wash my face and crawl into bed. I was there all of maybe three minutes when my best friend walked in and started complaining that there was no food in my fridge.
He left and I tried to close my eyes again, but he had only gone down to the store across the street and came back and started cooking eggs, bacon, sausage, FRENCH FRIES! and ham steaks. I hurried back to the bathroom, but by the time I got out, the rest of my pool team and a few others were enjoying a hearty breakfast.
We started one of our marathon games of Axis and Allies while drinking and playing bad music loudly. Until Sunday afternoon.
I left my apartment and went to the bar. I could walk down my back steps and into the back door of the bar at the time. The only reason I went was it was Sunday and football was on and I didn't have a TV at the time.
The owner of the bar was a friend of mine and she gently put her hands on my shoulders and told me to go home. I asked why and she explained I was eating the cherries soaked in Bacardi 151 and a single very hot pepper (they were called firebombs) and I wasn't sweating.
So I staggered home and crawled into bed once again and didn't get up for almost 20 hours. I will never do that again. (I have worked 26 hours in a row before too)
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