Best friend. | solitarymind's Blog

Okay, so my best friend of 8 years and another friend of ours are hanging out at his place, he wants to get drunk and have a "Party" because its the weekend and feels like we should just act our age for once.

I absolutely hate drinking, tastes awful, makes people awful. Well so did our friend, whom we shall refer to as "M"
We both decided that we would try our best to get the best friend to puke, so that he'd have a miserable time, and never drink again. (Because he never drinks, its so out of character. I swear he just does this so that he can look at himself as cool.)

Drinks roll out around 8, M stops at around 10-ish, and starts faking his shots. I stop at 11 and follow his lead. We both start coaxing our friend to keep up with us, and drink he does.

Fast forward to 2am, and our friend is leaned up against the wall, moaning and groaning, and drunkenly slurring how he's got to puke. M and I take pics and record the moaning, (for the lol's right?) when he bolts for the bathroom and lets out this atrocious retching. 

Mission Accomplished right? 

Wrong.

M can't listen to the sweet sounds of vomit, and pukes all over himself (and me) and what was supposed to be a well planned out event quickly turned into a clusterfuck. The story ended with our friend passing out in the bathroom, M driving home at 4, and myself walking (with no shoes) all the way back to my place.

Morale of the story: I f***ing hate alcohol.